I was imaging myself in a room. The lighting was dim. The mood was dull and still. My face was blank and lacking expression. The air was stale and stagnant. And the square, windowless room was lined all around in wallpaper. A once cheerful, colorful room now looked faded and the petals seemed to droop to the floor. I felt stuck in the room just like the pattern on the wall. I wasn't going anywhere or had any other purpose and destination. I felt faded and sad too.
But there was a nick I noticed on the wall paper down by the baseboard. I knelt down and began to pick at it. Then, madly, I started to scratch at the tiny piece of paper until it came under my fingernail. Finally there was just enough there for me to grasp it between two fingers and quickly, without any thought, I ripped the dry paper. As I heard the intense sound reminding me of breaking loose chains, my lungs filled with fresh air and I took in all I could stand. I saw a piece underneath of it all of what could be, just a peek. Instantly I began clawing with my nails ripping down the past as fast I could. Just like the faded flowers, the paper withered to the floor. And do you know what was underneath?
Beauty, bright colors, light, inspiration! I stood in awe. Who could have known what was underneath? Who knew what could be? I stood once in a place where I thought, "This is it." I was unhappy and knowing I deserved more. With a push, scratch, and a pull came redesign! Rethink! Recreate! I'm still in the same room it just needed a face lift. A fresh coat of paint and a window to see out and that's where I am right now. Ripping down that tacky old wallpaper and starting with something fresh and new! A new start and a new beginning.
But there was a nick I noticed on the wall paper down by the baseboard. I knelt down and began to pick at it. Then, madly, I started to scratch at the tiny piece of paper until it came under my fingernail. Finally there was just enough there for me to grasp it between two fingers and quickly, without any thought, I ripped the dry paper. As I heard the intense sound reminding me of breaking loose chains, my lungs filled with fresh air and I took in all I could stand. I saw a piece underneath of it all of what could be, just a peek. Instantly I began clawing with my nails ripping down the past as fast I could. Just like the faded flowers, the paper withered to the floor. And do you know what was underneath?
Beauty, bright colors, light, inspiration! I stood in awe. Who could have known what was underneath? Who knew what could be? I stood once in a place where I thought, "This is it." I was unhappy and knowing I deserved more. With a push, scratch, and a pull came redesign! Rethink! Recreate! I'm still in the same room it just needed a face lift. A fresh coat of paint and a window to see out and that's where I am right now. Ripping down that tacky old wallpaper and starting with something fresh and new! A new start and a new beginning.
