Blink — and it’s all over.
You look over your shoulder, slowly turn around and you’ve this whole picture painted in front of you; ugly yet elegant, painful yet joyful, mellow yet bright, gloomy yet chirpy, and sad yet happy — imperfect but still so perfect and all that, all this, seems to have passed so quickly.
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You see so many versions of yourself, standing in a row in front of you; some that you might love more than the others, some that you might adore more than the rest, some that you pity, some that you support and some that you want to suffocate to death. And then you think, “Do I love this ‘me’ as much as it deserves to be loved?”
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You look back and you see this shadow of yourself; picking up some pieces of yourself and dropping others — trying to fit that imperfect you in this perfectly painted picture. You feel this hole in your chest that roars and screams, that wants to gulp anything and everything in its way and you close your eyes, with the world’s fear and sadness in them. And as soon as you do that, you start to hear all these noises — noises of someone, something, anything and everything. You see shadows, not black, but each with their own unique color, joining the one you saw earlier; the one painted in all black.
Those shadows laugh, smile, cry, and scream life. Those shadows run around you in circles. Those shadows pick on you but don’t leave your side. Those shadows sit by your side and be sad with you. Those shadows pick you up, smile and laugh with you — with tears too.
You see all their colors imprinted on you; the color of joy, the color of happiness, the color of sadness, the color of nothing and yet the color of everything. You feel their emotions in you and you start seeing more of yourself fitting in that perfectly perfect picture — may be not so perfectly still, but you enjoy the imperfection, you love it — you love YOU!
