Have you ever thought how a monochromatic world would seem like?Like a dawn that’s no different from dusk, a sky that doesn’t hold secrets anymore in the way it sparkles with happiness, ora night that’s never gloomy in disguise**. The lights all seem the same, the same vibrant, a stagnant chill and everything becomes part of the same shade.
Would that make you happy? A life without colors, one without complications that comes with beauty!
We live in a time of letting go, when it’s far too easy for people to give up and move on. At least we show that we do, even though deep in our heart, there’s that one thing that we’ve never been able to part with. It could be a simple memory, or a familiarity, maybe a guilt we carved inside or a resolution that we made with ourselves. And that’s reality. That’s us.
We should sometimes visualize our lives in that moment, as to what we show ourselves as and one that we’ve become. Makes us move closer to realizing how monochrome everything could become, and how monotonous existence is. Like we cut off parts that we didn’t feel like keeping in fear of failing expectations. It’s like keeping secrets that desires attention, but could never be given wings. Like the world of colors does to us.
But we still turn out to be fine, even though things start to feel disarray, it’s hardly a surprise for the ends to be manageable. And that’s just the way life sways.
Look at it like looking at a pencil shade, at the strokes that are put just to detail out on each entity. Make the analogy to the limits that we start to put on our world, of squeezing our viewpoint but rendering into everything with a wide new depth. That’s what a monochromatic world does, it adds texture and details in a way colors can’t retain. It lets us remove biasing on the basis of appearances and lets us realize the true nature of everything.
Just like a pavement to a new version of the same world we live in. But also different from the whispers that die the same, as a suppressed string of secrets.
It’s not wrong to have hope, or to hold onto something that you care about, and that’s humane. Looking at the world would always be difficult if you don’t stick to a hard face, of one who never gets affected. It’s tiring to keep doing it, and some day, we’re all gonna see the light at the end of that. We would be able to see the darkness and the loneliness that we’ve stacked up for ourselves.
But still, somehow we would still be fine. Like living with the handicap as another normal, an entity you could never be introduced to and a complication we’re never gonna realize about. Like the black and white and different shades of those, but also an expectation that never went beyond. Would that be sane?
On a journey through solidarity, we often look forward, but rarely deflect our eyes back. We yearn for the person ahead to meet our eyes, but we never consider how the one behind looks at us. And that’s another shade of the monochrome reality!
Sometimes, look beyond the faces, at the details and the texture, and you would find the world a lot better than the static reality we’ve always known. Sometimes, just sometimes, yearn to see different, be different.