A person can look and choose what they see.
The circles could be seen as flawed and imperfect, harshly contrasting against the darkness. One could see how there is more darkness than light, with the lights themselves casting more shadows, the black a darkness, an empty void.
Are the red circles a symbol of a persons hatred, the angry memories of a too clear past? Is yellow the colour of a heart, filled with cowardice? The blue of coldness, isolation and cruel logic, rash decisions made?
Or is it the darkness that shaped, the pain, the emptiness, the hollow feeling that crushed that taught kindness? The memories and feelings, imperfect but whole, complete, that were enough to still hope for joy? The lights despite the unrelenting dark, the beauty of the expulsion of darkness, created by the light that can only be grown within oneself.
The red is both hatred and love, a ceaseless conflict within itself, yet love choosing to be seen. The yellow a youthful joy, lined with the golden, euphoric feeling of freedom. The blue a calmness, a warm cerulean sea of a mind at peace formed by carefully calculated actions.
Above all there is white: an overpowering force of hope. That it will be okay, that we will one day feel something again, that someday the light will overpower the dark. Nothing is only negative or only positive; there is duality in everything. But we can choose what to see. If we focus too much the light would seem small, pointless, weak. But try. Try to see it, even if you can't. Our focus may be on one thing, but it's that small mindedness that prohibits us from seeing things at a whole other angle. Still see the bad. The anger is still a part you. All your memories and thoughts and emotions are still you, for it is they who shaped you. They're not perfect, alone they may be rash and ugly but together they make something unique and beautiful. Someone may look at you and see nothing. But there is beauty in us all, as we are a collection of thoughts and experiences, a kaleidoscope of human experience. Just as you may look at this and see nothing, beneath it I see the layers of meaning and purpose that not just this picture; but we all have.