Look for the colour
It was a grey wall at the depths of a dead-end street. You could easily ignore it unless you knew it was there. That is what he did until now. He actually passed by it every day to work and never realized it was there. On it, were white scribblings that made it appear like just another groggy wall in a decadent neighbourhood. He didn’t know what it was that made him go through the alley and take a closer look that day. Some things just happen, without us every finding out why. But he was glad he did.
The wall was filled with inspirations, exhortations, just about anything that restored hope and optimism in a monotonous and otherwise mundane world.
“In the end, all we have left is who we are. How we’ve lived. And what we’ve accomplished. In this brief passage through life, we should strive to do the most of what we can and be the best we can be. Sooner or later we’ll realise that what matters most is filling every moment you have with the satisfaction that you’ve done all you could to live a life in full.”
“Pain is good. It gives you scars and shows you have lived. You have survived. And are stronger.”
“Love deeply in all its forms, even if you don’t receive back as much as you give.”
“Living with regrets won’t do.”
“Do things because you want to, not only because you have to.”
“Whatever you do, try to be happy”.
There were little prompts, all written in white, yet added so much colour on that otherwise unsightly wall.
It is only when we truly look, that we can actually see.