.... Sometimes, you feel the world is too bland; when you're looking out of the window in the middle of Physics equations and wonder why there are no fascinating clouds in the sky when its summer (really gets on my nerves, it does)... when you're lying back down at night, and the moonlight is spilling in from the window, and you REALLY wonder why the ceiling is so - so BLANK - no colours, no mysterious swirling patterns of paints, no etched figures, no stories like a tapestry.... Just so PLAIN for inspiration..... Especially when you get a frustrating WRITER'S BLOCK ...

And, then, it strikes you. Like a lightning bolt hitting your head right on the mark.

Everything is not what YOU are.... Everything is not yours to be, yours to exist, or yours to complain about. It's just around there... waiting to be coloured, waiting to be filled with memories, clouds and happiness...

What are YOU waiting for?