Painting my room

My once upon a time mess of a room now looks like a porche condo.
I entered my room today to find all my stuff thrown carelessly outside. The room empty, but for a filthy floor, dirty looking walls and a filthier the ol' YWAMer on a ladder with a paintbrush in hand.
He once discussed on painting our flashy green walls with a homely yellow. I couldn't understand why he would want to do that, the green walls didn't look great, but they were ok. He insisted we need to change the colour. I told him I would help him when I had the time, meaning never. He seemed to get the message, and decided to the entire job alone. In order to get the job done faster, I quickly stripped, picked up a paint-brush and started stroking away, grumbling aloud, criticizing him for his bad timing, and lack of thinking ahead. I was at the grills of our windows, while he took charge of the entire walls.
He had already finished the first coating, and was going for the second.
I was still stuck at the first coating.
Painting the grills, I realized was harder than painting the walls. For one, you can be messy with the paint at the walls. All you have to do is stick to the up-down motion. While painting the grills meant you needed to be really careful with the relatively expensive paint. You also have tough corners and crooks to handle, and there are plenty of spots you can miss. I kept painting the windows while he moved quickly across the room. I realized that even while painting, mediocrity is an easy pit-fall.
I ran out of paint, and he had finished all the walls.
We quickly dropped our paint-buckets and started washing the floors, mopping the windows, doors and electric appliances down so the paint won't stick. We then poured water down our room and cleaned up the place. Rearranged the room, and had a shower. I treated us to a good biriyani dinner, and I felt great when we returned back fresh, in good clothes to a fresh looking room.
Many things don't last long, but give lots of joy while they do.