how wonderful this poem has catched my mood

especially the words "Paint your intrepid destiny
Upon the grainy stitches
Or the bleak façades,
Dye the waiting world"

do you really believe a human has power to diy his own world?
I am sure - yes.
We all have different lives, but they have much in common from the other hand, and the main difference between them is our ability to paint it in different colors: somebody pains his life in grey and he is diying deom boredom, another one sees only black sides of it and he is a great pessimist, but why can't we take bright colors and try to see light in everything? Every problem is our hint, our experience, our wisdom - isn't it light?

Like the point, Daniel! you're great!