Back to Black

If you life were a greyscale movie yesterday, 

would you still find it as tasteful as today's life?

Yes, I thought. Why, I wondered. I don't even know what this question means, somehow it just occurs to me and I don't even quite know what actually it means or whether do my thoughts answers the question. 

Yesterday I took the wrong bus home, gotta imagine that face of mine when the bus took a left turn as supposed to the right turn after exiting the bus interchange. Oh wells I thought, and took a long walk. 

Thing's turning again, imagine your life's like a Earth globe on your working desk. I've spun it once and the world shifts, it's turning again. I wouldn't exactly say I lived a different life than others, but I'd say I learnt to see things from a very different perspective. It's both a blessing and a curse, when the first you see in everything is the frailty of it, and the things that follows. 

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Black is my colour. Some may claim it to be boring, dull and emotional. That is because they stand at the bright side and stared down into an alley. When you belong to the shadow, you see everything that is happening. Silence is golden, I think I'm starting to see the truth in it. Black is the nothingness, at the same time it's everything. 

I guess to answer the question, which I've just figured a second ago. That is, it's like silence is golden, you don't feel it as much unless you're stripped of your privilege and left handicapped. Without the colours, you're no longer feeling it with your eyes anymore. You. Feel. It. Now, completely. Heh I don't even know what am I saying, it's just difficult to put it in words but yeah.

If I'd be a renowned artists and display a huge panel of black titled "Feel".

The point is not what you see in that black picture,

it's what that is going on in the back of your mind when you stopped and stared into nothingness.

Would you still give it to the artist for what he has done?