What colours are

HISTORY

I have been having a hard time writing ever since someone told me that I am embarrassing them by what I post. It took a huge toll on me. I was in a pit of misery, I deleted a lot of my art and I regret it. That art was part of me but I threw it away because someone did not like that part of me. Sounds familiar? I wrote a poem on this paragraph in Black and White are not colours, chapter titled Abandoned. The next chapter is titled Blank. 

I believe that there is a lesson to learn here, criticism. How do we deal with criticism? Especially when it comes from people we value.

It has been more than a year now if not two years now. Ever since I received some very harsh words from someone I really valued. Turns out that not everyone you value values you, and that hurts. 

I hope nobody loses themselves in the face of criticism. I hope nobody cuts part of themselves away because someone they value does not like who they are or what they have. When you see the person in the mirror, do not hide that persons parts. Do not cut, mute or cover them up because someone you value does not want to see or hear them. I also hope you read Black and White are not colours to the end and receive healing.

I know that some lessons can only be learnt through experience, but I really hope nobody throws themselves away where they cannot recover themselves when they realize that it was not worth it at all.

Now I can write.