i want to paint rainbows

Sometime you have to wonder if you are somehow born into a different life. Like you were meant to do something else yet you’re currently doing something else. Like loving pretty things and decorating and crafting but you end up being a consultant working with excel sheets and power points and Level 3 table of content everyday. Or like loving everything French from the Eiffel tower to the petite fours and yet you wake up with the sun in your face every morning and have no use of a trench coat ever.

Then you start wishing you’re someone else doing something else living somewhere else. And you get depressed cause you’re not someone else doing something else and living somewhere else. And you start to loathe where you are, complain what you’re doing and just wish it would start snowing already where you are.

But then maybe it’s time to stop wishing and loathing and complaining. The grass will always seem greener on the other side, and when youre on the other side, it will seem greener on another side and it will never end until you figure out that actually the sun shines a different way and thats why the grass seems greener. When actually its just a different shade of green, and not actually greener.

It’s time to stop wishing and just be who you are meant to be. To accept whole heartedly that you can’t draw for the life of you and you can collect pretty things and arrange it in your room so your room looks pretty. Albeit it’s only for you.

You never know, right this moment someone is wishing to be just you.