The one to remind of the most important thing. The first one, that post-it. Soon it is eclipsed by two more, other things to do. Years pass, and soon that important thing is forgotten, not because it is less relevant than before, but because it is lost below a sea of yellow posts.
Other priorities, time to change. I loose myself. Who was I, where was I? Time to despair. The wall is full and I feel like a fool, it is yellow and not so mellow. I start to look, but every time I feel a spook. So much things to do, but maybe just one or two.
The years passed and I moved on, though not knowing why or so. A new stage in life, and maybe time to settle priorities right. My wall is clear and there is no reason to fear.
So there it is a pile of yellow that reminded of a previous fellow. So I wrote what I though it was the best and my most important role.
That yellow paper would show me the way everyday. But one or two more things appeared so, and so another yellow until it filled all the corners…