Yellow paint
Climber beside the wall stands bare on this beautiful Saturday morning. While sipping the black coffee thoughts came rattling down. Thoughts about the colour yellow. I was wondering if a colour could make a person happy. Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would make him happy. Many people must have considered him stupid or psychopath for doing so. As it was harmful for his health. But don’t you think all of us are doing the same. Doing one of the meanest, stupidest things even though we know that they are harmful. People would do anything to make themselves happy even if it means taking drugs or running ten miles barefoot. Even the maddest ideas would make sense if you are depressed. A person would paint his organs on the wall out of panic attacks and anxiety. I believe we are all just looking for yellow paint in our life. Some of us find it in music whereas some of us find it in travelling.