Color your day

Whenever you think that everything is
gray and hopeless, stop for a second and
think again. Differently.

Life is not gray, not blue or pink. It is more like
a white sheet of paper and you are the one with
the pencils and the brushes. There is always something to make you feel depressed - starting with the weather and the spoiled milk for breakfast and
ending with an injury, lost of your job, your friend,
your love. There is always someone that gets more
of what you want. There is always someone that
gets less of what they need than you do.

There is always something that can make you laugh
and always someone that will be happy to see you
smile. So look back into your heart and find the
right colors to paint your life again.

Comments

  1. AnonymousDecember 21, 2011 at 8:05 PM

    Де да беше толкова просто...

    ReplyDelete
  2. SeleneDecember 22, 2011 at 3:22 PM

    Не е просто, но е възможно. (:

    ReplyDelete

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