Start Stop

I found my watercolors after a really long time. 

It reminded me of the time when I loved to color, now the colors had dried up like a piece of dry land.

A dry land, a dry zeal. 

When did I forget to be the kid who would randomly fill pages with colors and wait for my proud mother to boost my talent?

I guess I didn’t lose the talent, I just buried the watercolors under the weight of running life’s race. 

A race that I have no clue when I participated in. 

A race that was tiring because I was leaving behind my enthusiasm. 

Why was I running? I asked myself. Where was I headed? I thought to myself. 

I stopped midway, not just thinking but stopped running for a bit. 

I sat down, fixed my watercolors. 

I opened a blank page and started coloring. 

My mother peeked in my room to see me smile.

I smiled back at her and opened my pandora’s box of thoughts. 

I realized I can start and stop whenever I want to. Whether it is my thoughts or running this race. 

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