WEDNESDAY, 3 MAY 2017

Came across a screenshot of someone's snapchat and it was so relatable, I thought why not write a blog post on it. Its just my thoughts on what I read so its a super random post.

- Y E L L O W   P A I N T - 

We are all guilty of holding on to things/people we know are too detrimental to our well being as a whole - mentally, physically & emotionally. We know we shouldn't hang on to toxic people/memories but yet, at times we still do. We'll try to justify our actions with reasons that sounds like excuses to others, giving them an explanation we won't even take when we hear it from someone else. Defending unworthy people because we thought they'd change for the better, eventually. Because we refuse to believe things won't work out the way we envisioned it to be in our head when things first started. We are in a state of complete denial although somewhere deep down we know some things are just too far down the drain to be salvaged. But I guess we are all always holding on to the strands of hope that bad days won't last and if you persevere just a little longer, who knows tomorrow would be great. 

Van Gogh ate yellow paint because he thought that since yellow is a happy colour, consuming it might make him happy too. Its absurd, yes. But when you substitute the yellow paint for something less crazy like a human being, drugs, alcohol and so on, we realise that all these are just coping mechanisms. In a relationship where someone cheats, not every couple end things at that very moment because when the cheating partner isn't cheating, he/she made him/her happy - its poisonous but it happens & we are all familiar with the "everyone makes mistakes & deserves a second chance, no one is perfect" phrase. When someone drinks, its not always to just have a good time, its also to drown their sorrows by being too drunk to even remember what they were sad about. Its the same ideology just in different situations.  

So as crazy as eating yellow paint seems, the reality is that everyone is so desperately searching for their happiness that even if happiness comes in a form as unorthodox as van gogh's yellow paint, it'll suffice because it is our yellow paint, our way of dealing with the pain/sadness. 

N.