"It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change." - Charles Darwin

My mother wrote that quote down on a piece of paper and left it in my room a few years back. It's one of my favourite quotes even if I haven't committed it to memory. I guess you could call me a Darwinist, well, in part. There is a greater being, I believe, or a greater power of some sort. Some of you may call it God, some of you call it the spirit of the earth, some of you may call it fate and the rest of you may call it chance. Whatever it is you wan't to call it, you can't escape the fact that life is all about decisions you make.

Left or right? Up or down? Right or wrong? Black or white? Those aren't exactly the questions you should ask because there's never a correct answer to anything. You dictate where there's a grey area and we all know how life is all about grey areas. And then there's colour. Splashes of colour. Incoherent. All over the place. Never dull and always in your face, colour. It's as if a rainbow got really drunk and barfed all over everything. It can be nauseous, tiresome, but you know you cannot live life without it.

Sometimes you wish life was like Photoshop. Well, maybe not you, but I do. All those blemishes you have, scars, spots, minor discolourations? Gone. With a swift stroke of a mouse... Gone. No longer are the days where truth is paramount and seen in a photo. No longer. Life is rife with liars, with deep cuts of hatred in the facade of white lies. Colour once again to an otherwise monochrome world.

On one side of the world you have a woman who is stricken with the pain of leaving the familiar, just a feeling at the back of her mind and on the other side of the planet, people are losing their homes and the lives of their loved ones. I'm not talking about me leaving the country for another few years of school, I'm talking about how trivial some problems are compared to the rest who are suffering true pain, true loss. Hope lies eternal in the hearts of men. Know that whatever you may be suffering cannot be any worse than someone else. Take solace in that thought, no matter how guilty it makes you feel. I am happy. I have a home, food on my table, a family that completes me, friends that teach me about life and a brain that works well. I am happy or so I tell myself every day. As a human being are we ever truly happy?