LIFE IS WHAT WE MAKE OF IT

He sighed. 

The turbulence of the ocean currents jolts him into entropy before uncertainty threw him a surprise party. There was plenty of fear in the gift box. 

"Life is what we make of it" the voice whispered yet again. He's melting, just like the ice cream he holds on his left hand. He sits still, sips few, in between loud and heavy breathing. 

"Life is what we make of it" she said louder this time. "Oh, just shut up!" He yelled back before letting out a tear. 

"There's chaos everywhere, can't you see it? Just look around you!" he whimpers, looking around the beach.

"Oh dear I see it all, but life is what you make of it. You feel the turbulence of the ocean, but I feel the peace from it's soothing waves. You see disorder in the current, but I see the beauty of life that's often concealed beneath the ugliness of it. I see the art in between the mess, for there is no Art without chaos."  

He sighed, again.

-Joshua Adekunle-Levites,

5:16pm, 23rd Jan. 2023.