The days are nothing, blending together like water colours on wet paper. Grey skies, grey walls, grey thoughts. My life has become a monotony of nothingness.
I wake up every morning at 7:00 am with the sound of an alarm clock. I dress up, eat breakfast and leave for college. My college life is a never-ending cycle of paperwork and events.
Outside, the city pulses with life, but I’m numb to its rhythm. People rush past each with their own story, own struggles. I’m just another faceless soul, lost in the crowd.
One day, while staring out the college window, I noticed a small bird perched on the ledge. Its feathers are a vibrant splash of colours in the greyness. It sings a melody that pierces my heart. For the first time in months, a feel something. A spark of curiosity, a flicker of hope. I start to notice other things: the way sunlight filters through the blinds casting patterns on the floor, the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the cafeteria, the sound of children laughing in the park.

The days are nothing, but I am starting to find something within them. A thread of beauty, a whisper of meaning. I begin to write, pouring my thoughts onto paper. Words flow like water from the valley healing me with each sentence.
The days are nothing you should find happiness in small things and keep yourself happy in every situation because the future is you.