Life is Like the Artists Pallette...

[Guest Zips]

Life is like the artists' pallette; that she left precariously across her cluttered desk, at 30 degrees.

You are the blob of white paint. New, naive of the world, and innocent. Untouched. Untainted.

Nothing stays the same forever in an imperfect world. Unseen forces act on it.

The blob of blue paint above you starts to slowly make its way down.

It touches you, and mixes with your own being.

It changes who you are.

 

Tainted.

You are now a light shade of blue.

Your purchase becomes weak of this world.

Resistance is futile, you begin sliding toward the red blob.

The impact is explosive; the two of you become a multifarious mix of yellows and greens.

But you're not finished moving yet. Gravity still has work to do.

The darkness of the black blob looms ever closer to you.

You stare into it, but you can't discern a soul.

It has no depth, nor dimension.

It consumes you.

 

 

I usually don't include my own thoughts relating to my own poetry. Half the fun is for people to figure it out and derive their own meaning. But this time, I'll make an exception so that nobody misses out on the meaning.

 

This poem toys with the idea that every single person you meet in life changes who you are as a person, entirely, forever. Whether that be a negative person or a positive person. A lesson, or reward. No matter what the circumstances, these events shaped the person you are today. You are as unpredictably unique as a blob of white paint mixed with an infinite amount of other colours; special. Use this information to come to terms with your various pasts, and realise that you can't change them, but the person you are today wouldn't exist but for them.

 

I'm not saying we have perfect pasts, none of us do, but there is merit in the flaws. Never try to burn or deny your roots. A lot of us may want to, including me - I have in the past. It's a soul destroying experience. Try to accept your true colours. We have a limited amount of time on earth. Make the most of it.

 

Mistakes are worth more than success.

Edited June 20, 2016 by Zips