Empty Frames

Sometimes, life can seem like an empty frame. There's a beautiful surrounding, a stable stand ensuring it sits upright, a shiny glass cover, but there's nothing inside. This thought came to me when I saw one of the most beautiful frames sitting in a Gainesville apartment adorning nothing but a blank cardboard sheet. It erked me, for lack of a better word. I kept glancing back to the sad, lonely, empty frame as I tried to watch a movie with my friends. Of all things to be empty, why must something purely created to show something else off be so naked and vulnerable? As the old adage states, "money can't buy happiness." Truthfully and admittedly, I don't necessarily agree. However, I do believe someone can have "everything" without actually having anything. Even the luckiest people can have heads full of silent battles that eat them up inside. From the outside, they wear the prettiest, most expensive frame in the store. But there's no picture inside to be shown off. It's rendered useless. Its only purpose in life is unfulfilled. As I sat there, staring at that empty frame, I decided I would try to fill my frame. Try to fill yours.