Broadside number one for the semester. Bah, there were all sorts of problems; the text is too close to the bottom, the paper wasn't large enough, i couldn't fit the whole phrase i wanted - 'the hand of fate never touched me, not once' on it, ect. ect. So i'm doing another broadside with the poem/nursery rhyme 'Sing a Song of Sixpence' next.
The idea for this one was from a quote i read in a book a long time ago where this teenage chick was angsting over her life when an older women told her be glad of it because life never touched her (the older lady), not once. So it made me think; a lot of people complain about their lives (and some for good reasons) but what if nothing EVER happened to you? to live and die in obscurity without growing, experiencing, doing ANYTHING? I think i would rather be tested and put through challenges than to live life without ever achieving real potential.