Black isn't all black - for me

I sometimes feel as if everything around me is just blurred,
pure disappointment, no hope for tomorrow.
When that happens it's impossible to believe the people around me
saying how many beautiful things there are to be seen.
Everything just seems out of focus.

Even all the great things that there were, are now in ashes, gone for ever.

No matter if you look forward or back,
 you only see your life  as scattered, black beads on rugged, crevassed stone.
Bigger and smaller failures, all of them.
When you try to catch the beads to put them back in a string,
they keep slipping away.

But if you are willing to take the effort,
you can see something else in the same picture.
Look again and you will see the shapes and hues,
the glitter in the ash.
When you surrender and free your mind
from the chains of sorrow and self-pity you are able to see...

...what is it, that you see now?...

 I saw the shapes and shades that were similar to the burnt waste 

but the message was different. Is it different for you too?

Try to put the black beads of your life on a different background 

and you will see something extraordinary...

even colors may appear!

Then take still another angle and you never know, you could even see a whole new perspective!

Someone once said: "Life is hard and then you die". 

Does it really have to be that way? 

For, someone else said "The happiest people can be found in clay cottages"...

I think we can choose our attitude to the black beads of life. 

I can't change the fact that the wonderful, white pieces of smoking wood are now burnt to ashes but I can choose what I see in the ash. 

What do you choose?