canvas of life

life is like a painting i suppose, you try to stay on the canvas but for whatever reason the paint runs off of it and onto the floor. How does one stay on the canvas i wonder when life just does not allow for it it's like every single time you try to paint something another mess forms that must be cleaned. I guess the only option is to paint outside of the canvas and stop worrying about the mess created from the paint. leave the canvas blank and stop being controlled by a border or limit.