Philosophical
The way I see life is, you need to walk one day at a time. The further you walk, you feel the strains of it in your bones. You come across all kinds of terrain straining your ankles and knees. Then there is the weather that would do its best to either expose my feet to the dirt or burn it under a scorching sun. Fate, in the end, would be stalking my shoulders to push me forward to the beach....or a dark alley.
Yup. Life truly is a form of art. Crafted by the Unknown.