You always ask me why I did what I did, and I suppose that I could just tell you why,

but I speak to you better in flowery words and metaphors than I ever could in sharp words and cold truths, So here it goes.

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint

because he thought it might get the

happiness

inside

him.

Many people thought he was

insane

and

idiotic

for doing so because the paint was

toxic,

never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but he never saw that.

If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas

could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow,

or planting flowers in your lungs then you are going to do it.

It’s really no different than

falling in love or taking drugs.

There is a

much

greater

risk

of heartbreak or overdosing,

but people still do it everyday because there was always that

chance

it could make things better.

Everyone has their

yellow

paint.

That was mine.

what’s yours?