Thank you

There is beauty in pain, like in everything else; it also has a color of its own.

I thank the black pain, because I thanked the white happiness that was before it; and I know that I will thank the color of what is yet to come.

I embrace the transformation that comes with it and its greens, the struggle it represents with its reds; the process it invites me in with every twinge in my heart and its oranges.

I thank the pain I feel when I see the world in gray, because it means that I love it and decide at that moment that since it affects me, I affect it; neither being the victim of one another, so I paint it my own color too.

I thank the tears I have shed for “those men” and for “those women”, I thank and forgive the purple wounds they made me, taking the blue lessons they left me and letting them go.

And you, wherever you are, whatever the reason you are reading this is; I want you to know that I am grateful for you and your color. Yes; they’re like you and like me, you aren’t the same color as yesterday.

So today, I also thank you and the color of your pain, because I know that thanks to it you have changed, you have matured, you have learned to love better, even if sometimes it seems the opposite.

Thank you for all the times that you have taken the risk of living despite the fact that it hurts, thank you for all the times that you have loved in turquoise, laughed in violet, fought in magenta and learned to be better.

Thank you for existing; because I know that sometimes it is not as easy as we would like it to be, but you aren’t alone, someone is grateful for your existance. So let the pain and its color flow, let it pass and let it go to be able to paint even more beautiful later.

Trust and be grateful from now on for the colors that your tears will have, if there is crying there is laughter, live both without remorse nor pride; and paint, because whatever color you are, it’s beautiful.

Thank you.