Colours & Marks.

Hey.
How are you doing?
It's been great? :D
Yeah.
Things nowadays are getting busier.
But aside that, things are getting memorable.

Just gonna write some things.
I'll just write whatever things I think is great. :D


You know, colours that we see today are made up with three colours.
The red, the blue, the yellow.
It's always 3, but when they met each other.
Thousands of colours are beautifully made.
As if they were joicing together, and with those three colours,
Together a brilliant picture was made.
A memoir was made.
It is said an artist wasn't only the one who drew and coloured his canvas.
But it was also his memoir which included people.
With sorrow.
With tears.
With laughs.
And with smiles.
It was always mixed.
It was always a non-stop round of something that makes you smile.


So I thought life was beautiful, at the same time mysterious, outspoken.
At times, we ask why are running? Why did it happen? Why couldn't it stay?
It's just beautiful.
Too beautiful.
Hard to understand.
Hard to decipher.
The red, the blue, the yellow.
Hardly we could even answer.
Because a question could have thousands answer.
With no definite answer.
But there's always maybe.
So we always assume.
Then there's always hope.
So we tend to believe.
Then we found happiness.
That is the only answer.


Sometimes things are hard to forget.
Because the colours are too great, too bright or dark.
Because it was too dark, everything we went was purely.
Black and white.
Dark and grey.
Fade and light.
So we remembered everything.
We even remembered the scenes of tears, harsh.
Sometimes a slides of memoir created in our mind.
Is background by sounds of loud noises, fear, anguish, fury, tears.
We engrasped, put it down onto our heart.
But we do not know if our heart could swallow something more.
That weights like a life-sized objects, but merely it's just another scene of our life.
Plays on our mind.
Even so, we're scared.


In some time, though we feel deeply sad, confused, tripping and falling apart from our life.
Being bothered by it,
Even so,
We just have to laugh.
So that colours could reborn again.
Together the brush could draw again.
So that you could see the smile, I could see yours.
So smile, never let it down. :D


In rainbows, there's 7 colours.
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo and Violet.
Though sometimes we felt sad.
The rain comes to cool our fury, sorrow, covers us to make us smile back.
The rain showers, it makes us smile because it's nice.
The grey clouds perishes, faded gradually.
Because there's sunshine.
It's overflowing rays, warms us from the coldness.
Encouraging us to cherish, telling us happiness is there.
Hope is always with us.
But when two collided together, a mist from rain hit the rays of sun.
Reflected by it, 7 colours was formed.
There it makes us laugh.
At the same time questioned.
Why there's never-ending circle of sadness.
But eventually breaks.
As if we're riding the winds in the atmosphere.
At a point where we could only fly higher.
Like a kite.
Then be free like the aeroplane, drawing trails on the sky.



So that's why I think.
Life was itself so mysterious.
Each every forms of it is unique.
One would smile.
One would laugh.
One would hypened.
One would saddened.
We would ask each of it why.
But one wouldn't have any answers.
Again we assume, again we believe.
Again we hope, then the thing would come.
All kinds of it are mixed like the colours.
So it's possible, to interpret that everyone of them is unique by itself.
And nothing is impossible in this unbounded life.
Everything is just to beautiful like a masterpiece.
Every single thing is just awesome like it just happened seconds ago.
We can believe anything.
Impossibility is zero possibility.
Until that, we imagined.
All dreams of yesterday, was a memory of today.
That's why it's called, beautiful life.

Originally an essay.
rei-ryuusei092/Asyraf Amir.