Life is made of marble and mud

Marble is what we present as our exterior. Perfect, polished, clean and hard. It’s a hard shell to crack, and it upholds perfection and strength. Mud is what makes us. It’s the dirty, unclean, slimy interior. It’s what we hide; yet it’s still there. Underneath all those sheets of marble, the mud lies there, forgotten.

However, one can’t exist without the other for without mud, there would be no marble in the first place and with no marble, mud would just run free.

Life is not what it seems. 

All you see is the sparkling marble, and no one ever bothers to lift the tile.

Because no-one ever wants to be dirtied.