Why do you call it a wave?

There are ups and downs in everything that ever happens in one’s life. Each and every event that you have been through in your life, each has had a potential to be imprinted in your memory depending on how strong that memory is. You will always remember the day that someone dear passed away or the birthday that you got your most awaited gift. Moments like these always have a way of changing your personality whether you realize that or not. But before that happens, you have to let the mental and emotional barrier down for that change to ever come.

Colors, they have been said to define one’s personality. You may know a friend that is purely a bright yellow and another who is definitely a calm sky blue, but have you ever been asked if life was white or black or grey? I think that no one has a particular color about them. Think about it, the changes and the memories that you let in yourself always have a way of changing your color and it is just as simple as it sounds except one part: the new color is either black or white. It won't change you to a lighter or darker shade of grey, instead, all those memories make you a zebra, with stripes of black and white. Although the ratio of these binaries is what is in your control, just like their cause; your life that is also a wave.

In the end, it is only up to you to deal with those black and white strips. You may paint white paint over the black ones to be happier around everyone else, or you let more black stripes to come and take over your body or you just let them be and learn from them. Wanna know what I say, I think that the beauty of human beings is that the black stripes decide your comfort, make your identity, and eventually bloom into white stripes when you learn something from them. And the white stripes that you already have, give you the patience, strength, and the acceptance for the black stripes on you or your loved ones.

And again, it is how you deal with these stripes which will balance out the wave or make it more erratic. All you need to give are two things: time and thought. At the end, life is a zebra that stands in beautiful garden in a dangerous storm.

-Kuch Bhi