In the workshop of life, you get a full palette of colors. Some are probably more abundant than others. The supply of every color keeps changing with the seasons of life.
The brush is in your hand, and so is the choice which color to use, and how much.
While painting on the canvas, you don’t worry about how much color will be left. You draw and use colors based on your imagination, your needs, envisioning what would make the final work beautiful.
If you were to start saving or overusing a color, the painting wouldn’t turn out the way you expected.
If someone told you or you read somewhere that your painting should have a lot of yellow, using it might not feel true to you.
And sometimes, just by looking at someone else’s painting, you might feel inspired to add more brown, which ends up adding a kind of magic to your own work that you never even expected.
In any case, if your painting is made based on suggestions and thoughts that don’t feel true or honest to you, then even if it looks beautiful, you may not fully connect with it because you compromised its authenticity. Your own imagination. Your own expectations.
Isn’t that how the story of life is?
Worrying about our emotions, our blessings, the resources we’ve been given.
Worrying about what others tell us, how we’re supposed to live, what the final look of our life should be.
What happiness should look like without ever asking ourselves.
And when we go by what others say, or follow the conditioning that life is about perfection, we start worrying about emptying the containers of colors given to us and so we overuse them.
And sometimes the scarcity scares us, and we start saving them because someone told us that using them will take our security away.
Then they remain unutilized.
Unlived.
Hoarding never brought any joy.
And that’s the point.
There is a perfect ratio for this beautiful creation.
You don’t disturb it by worrying about wastage or usage.
But does everyone know what that perfect ratio is?
I doubt it.
Our life is an evolving piece of work.
Based on our circumstances, the mix of colors we use keeps changing. Our imagination of the final look of the canvas keeps changing too.
So what do we do? Should we worry about getting it right from the start?
Probably we can’t.
But what we can do is give it our 100%, make it 100% authentic, 100% ours.
Use what is given to us by choice, not by someone else’s expectations.
Like a painting, life remains fluid.
Ever moving. Ever changing. Ever evolving.
It doesn’t matter how efficient we were in the process of living it with our abilities, blessings, and circumstances.
The point is:
Do we like the final outcome of it?
Do we feel ourselves in it?
Nobody can tell me if my painting should have more green or yellow.
Nor should I worry about the leftover orange.
I’ll paint what my heart says.
Even if it’s just black and white.
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