As I spent the best part of Saturday cleaning and scrubbing
the walls in my room, I realised how therapeutic it really was. I cleared out the furniture, got the ladder,
got the cleaning materials and had Eminem blasting in the room. It is usually activities or an experience
that makes me think about and reflect on much deeper things in life.

I bought some room décor a while ago and didn’t want to put
it up until I cleaned the walls! So I finally decided to do it this
past weekend. It’s amazing how something
so small and beautiful, can make you take on a big task such as this
one. As I began scrubbing the dirt off
the wall, I realised that this is pretty much like life… We’ve been given these
‘blank slates’ to doodle on it or decorate it how we want.
When I was a teenager, I really wanted my room blue. My parents did not really agree with this,
plus, why blue? I’m a girl? I loved blue, pink was too cliché, I told
them. So eventually, they bought me the
blue paint and I did it myself. I sanded
areas that needed it, but I was too lazy to put primer on, so I just started
painting it blue! All the walls and the ceiling too! It was so much fun. My dad did help me here and there, probably to make sure I
didn’t mess it up too much. This is why
I love my parents so much, that even when it is something they do not really
want, they will help because it is what we want! Great support is needed! The end product was not too bad. I was proud of myself and bragged about it to
all! As it dried, over the next
few days I started noticing that I didn’t really do so well in certain
areas. You could see streaks in some
parts and you others were a bit blotchy.
No problem! I’ll just cover it with pictures and posters! So I did, I put up things that I liked and
once again, made my room how I wanted it.
So while I was not living at home, and my dear parents took
this opportunity to restore this room they had to bear with for so long! So they painted it a light cream colour. First time I saw it, I was a little bit upset
because they had covered up my identity! (That’s how I saw it). But after a while I started to realise that
it looked a lot nicer, it made me feel calmer and it really lit up the
room! So I then did what any normal
person would do…I put up pictures and posters that identified me…again! I made the room my own.
Now, years later, I felt a need to refresh! Washing down the walls helped me to cleanse
my thoughts too. I started thinking
about how much dirt we allow to gather in our minds and lives; how much dirt we
allow others to put there. We must find
the will to get rid of this dirt. We are
reluctant to deal with the dirt in our lives because we are afraid it will hurt
more. Relate this to having a thorn stuck
in your foot… It hurt when you stood on the thorn and will continue to hurt
with every step, until you remove it.
Yes, removing it will hurt too, but what is better? To feel hurt once or to continue feeling it
for days, months or even years! Let’s work
through this together. I would like for
everyone to experience the cleansing process and then, once again, be given a
blank slate to decorate all from over.
Give me the reasons you are unable to address the hurt in
your life…
Tell me what is holding you back…
So will you keep the thorn in your foot, or will you remove it? The choice is yours…
The finished product:

