If colours could speak, it would say, “hey you! LOOK AT ME! i can tell you what the hell life is.”

sometimes, the little things in life are the ones that give us most of the answers we’re looking for.

we obviously see colour. colour-blind or not… there is still a colour. obviously, we abuse this because it’s something we don’t actually take for granted unless we’re painting or drawing. colour gives us one of the answers in life and that is the colours that surround us everyday show us that we’re alive, we are a work of art, we are in/at/a harmony.

things makes sense that way if you look at it. colour proves our emotions and the greatest in living a life. we see it in photos, we analyze it in paintings but how about what we see with our own eyes? the colours we see right now. what about them? they mean something. they prove something to us humans.