There are days when sadness is a thief, catching you off guard. It's that peculiar day, which is no different from other days, save that you tend to see things in a shade of grey. There's no victory deciphering this sphinx's riddle. You wake up feeling a bit spent, a bit blank, a bit not-so-looking-forward to the passing hours.
Sometimes I think on these instances, we become truly aware of the human condition. We are finite. We are alone. Therefore, we strive to be infinite by splashing colors to the world, and we move to be part of it by sharing our presence. These instances serve as a reminder, a pit-stop, a reflection - to not despair but to be grateful of our capacity to rise above our finitude through love, through life.
Those days of sadness mean there must be blank spaces still to fill. You may not know how as of yet. The important thing is you know you can.
"I dream of painting and then I paint my dream."
- Vincent Van Gogh
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