Personal Reflection
Thoughts are not passive passengers—they are dyes, slow and stubborn, seeping into the fabric of who you become. Some creep in like smoke, unnoticed until everything smells of it; others blaze in like molten pigment, changing the whole room in an instant. Each worry, each quiet act of gratitude, each flicker of awe leaves a tint that lingers. If your inner palette feels dark today, remember that a single deliberate stroke—one kind thought, one small choice—can begin to shift the entire spectrum.
Reflective Prompt for Readers
What colors have your thoughts been carrying lately—quiet shades you barely notice, or bold pigments that demand attention?
Take a moment to name the hues of your inner world today.
If you could choose a single new color to tint tomorrow—patience, courage, curiosity—what would it be, and what small action could help you mix it in?
Memoirs of Madness 