“The ignorance of the world often makes people believe that life should be black and white – that you must choose sides – and so the world of colourful gradients goes unadmired.”
― A.J. Darkholme
M O N O C H R O M E – H O P E -is it when we tried everything that we could do and still not get our dreams fulfilled, and we give up? We should bother to keep on trying or lose it all, just because we did not find a solution? How is going to change what was not possible in a lifetime just from another try? We should let go of what we thought life what supposed to be and just embrace where we are now and how special it is. Life is not a straight line where we turn on and off dreams and fears. Monochrome hope is for those that can’t leave behind the past that drags them back where comfortable feelings kept them company on empty nights. How can we live a life so naive leaving our faith in the arms of an illusion, that disappears when the day shows her first raises, and we forget what we dream about all night long? Unless we don’t turn the wheel of fortune with both hands and keep it tight until we feel the veins stretching and our muscles sore, we should not pretend that hope will save us. We need strength, motivation, and a dose of craziness to step on the path of life like in a taming lion arena. We must leave ourselves to be scared and petrified, fearing our journey and drained from all of our powers. We must leave ourselves to feel sorrow, pain, and loss before we embrace the beauty of this life. Why? Because our life is full of miracles if we leave ourselves to feel it, appreciate it, and enjoy it. Black ink on a piece of white paper is just a page in a book, and our life is not faded and monochrome. The spark is hard to get when pours rain and everything is lost in hope, but painting with bare hands, dipping fingers in colors, and splashing a vibe of life around us can make it worth living it. We should let us paint a rainbow over the life we have because the beauty doesn’t stay in hope, but from the courage from changing it with bare hands.
“Its not easy taking your own advice, accepting what you don’t like hearing, & seeing the grey amongst the black & white.”
― April Mae Monterrosa
M O N O C H R O M E – T I M E – it is when we set up the alarm in the nighttime to not miss the next day? Why do we need time to recover, mourn for loved ones, and wait for feelings to fade? What kind of life is this one when everything is scheduled and planned and there is nothing left for free play? If we know when to eat, to sleep, and take the trash out, why do we even say that we are living the time of our lives? We are stiff and rigid and we move daily like the clock index, one step at a time. Clocking in and out for the day without living space to squeeze a smile in between, we are dragging our feet like the minute hand following the hour hand, one second after another. Everything is keeping the rhythm like a heartbeat engaged in training, and we forget to relax and enjoy our lives. We are living a life between dusk and dawn like robots because there is not enough time to follow our hearts, and we are slaves in a tic-tac world. Running late or staying over time, we leave our dreams to survive only for the short nights overwhelmed by fears. We live with the fear that we will not have time in life to see our children long enough with dirty faces and small sticky hands, becoming too fast young adults. We fear that our far-away parents will not have enough time to see our sad eyes and tired faces before they will leave for peaceful places. We fear that one day our families will not be strong enough to remain together and all the hard work and dreams will fade like fog. We fear that our bodies will not stay strong enough and weak hands will not be able to hug loved ones. We fear that these days will stop turning and too late we will realize that in those times when we run and tried so hard, in fact, we lost precious time.
“Our personal past is only available to us now through black-and-white film, it’s a medium for communication with the dead, including our dead selves, the way we used to be, which is why we’re drawn to it.”
― Frank Lentricchia
M O N O C H R O M E – J O U R N E Y – it is when we give up or continue in opposite directions on our path? What choice is the one that will make us disoriented, the one we think of or the one we feel about? To go to the left where there is nothing right, or to the right where there is nothing left? From where do we take our coordinates and fuel to fill up the thank of life? This life transforms us into addicts that need a new challenge and new points on the map to reach to force us to take one step forward and not give up. The journey in our life will always be our choice, even when the road is under construction or not paved with hope. Only one direction we can follow at the time even though is the one that would lead us to destruction. We keep our heads in a cloud of dust while shifting up the gears, we stomp the gas pedal and we hurry to speed up and leave behind what hurts us. We don’t have the courage to stay in the middle of the road when speed cars are passing by because we fear for our lives. We don’t take unknown roads and we follow the maps that are safe and would take us to the destination. We measure the distance, we are responsible to keep the engine running and we hold on tight to the steering wheel, keeping the straight road ahead of us. But what are the chances to discover new places if we never get lost? How can we know what risk and adrenaline are if we never find the courage to try to get out of our comfort zone? Following the double white lines from the road and never crossing the boundaries, how can we discover what is on the other side? One night with a flat tire in the middle of the meadow can be lightened up by thousands of stars or fireflies, but that is not possible from our comfortable sofa. One extra day on the road can reveal the transformation that happens only for the one that has patience. We hurry to reach our destinations when we should enjoy the journey. Is not a race where the start and the finish line are the only ones that matter. This life is not a monochrome road on a flat surface but is the journey we take with the sky above, the warmth of the sun, and the fragrance of the flowers that lay along the road. In rush, we can’t feel these moments. We can’t pass at high speed through life, because in the end what is left would be the journey, not the destination, and not even the distance.