Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought
it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and
stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious
that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s
happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest
ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs
yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in
love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or
overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that
chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
