Life in Greyscale
Imagine this: We're born under an open sky, come into the world breathing new air each moment and collecting experiences from the very first moment we open our eyes. Everything is new, everything is yours to experience, to touch, to feel. You have a life full of colorful possibilities but you don't have enough understanding yet to understand the hugeness, the massive potential this has in your life.
You're a color wheel. You've got colors that compliment you, people in your life that add to your shine. You meet new people and the teach you new things. New words, new colors. You're blending your experiences and you find new meaning and new light. You're young and free, but you don't know it yet.
People always mention age as a matter of great importance. You get the occasional, whimsical "age is just a number," from the rare person who has pretended to live their life carefree. But you learn to take on more. In an effort to add to you colors, you start work. You add to your circle of friends who have brought you new colors, and things begin to get a little muddled. You make a choice; your color combo doesn't work any longer so you cut some people from your life and you reblend, remix, and recreate yourself. You've learned.
You've learned. But you can't forget. Somewhere along the line, someone grabbed the vibrant red you didn't know you had in you. And they ran with it. And added a shade of red you didn't know existed and you got high on all the colors. And then it was gone. And you realized right then exactly how easy it is to let other people, other experiences steal your colors.
And your tones become a little more muted. You find a job that adds more, but takes more at the same time. Bills and responsibilities make you sarcastic, spastic, jaded. You start to forget about the importance of adding to your colors, maintaining your sparkle. You see how easy it is to allow yourself to lose your colors.
You've stopped reaching out to friends. Your colors are dull and boring compared to what they once were, and you don't blend with the vibrant hues that others around you vibrate. You start to view the world in a series of blues and greys. You see hate and you don't stop it. You understand now that it is part of the world that you were hidden from. You're viewing life as a series of greyscale images with little emotion or passion and you forget what it feels like to live life in color. Your passion is gone.
Your routine is grey, but not unlike many others in the world. On a sunny day, with an open sky, you dare to take a new breath of air. And it brings you a touch of blue. Undiluted, pure, bold blue. And it reminds you you once knew something about the feel of colors. And you take a step.
Your grey path crosses with a rainbow array of colors, and in that moment you find that there are secrets of the world you will never understand. There are universes that are busy reminding you to look up, to look around, to find the colors you had before. And you give it a try. You add yellow on a sunny day in the city, and keep it in your pocket like a treasured jewel. It keeps your warm on cold nights, and reminds you there are bold things just beyond the clouds.
You add a shade of green during just the right light during a sunny walk through the park. As you watch the leaves change, a new auburn is burned into the back of your mind's eye and it keeps you smiling. You start to see the positive colors that are being shared all over the place, but you couldn't see under the greyscale fog. There is always more.
Colors are a choice, and as you collect your experiences and memories, it is important to blend those colors until you can create the picture you need in your life. You took some hits, dear, but so did everyone else. Don't let jaded become your color feel, when there are so many shades of jade that will do just fine.
You're a color wheel. You've got colors that compliment you, people in your life that add to your shine. You meet new people and the teach you new things. New words, new colors. You're blending your experiences and you find new meaning and new light. You're young and free, but you don't know it yet.
People always mention age as a matter of great importance. You get the occasional, whimsical "age is just a number," from the rare person who has pretended to live their life carefree. But you learn to take on more. In an effort to add to you colors, you start work. You add to your circle of friends who have brought you new colors, and things begin to get a little muddled. You make a choice; your color combo doesn't work any longer so you cut some people from your life and you reblend, remix, and recreate yourself. You've learned.
You've learned. But you can't forget. Somewhere along the line, someone grabbed the vibrant red you didn't know you had in you. And they ran with it. And added a shade of red you didn't know existed and you got high on all the colors. And then it was gone. And you realized right then exactly how easy it is to let other people, other experiences steal your colors.
And your tones become a little more muted. You find a job that adds more, but takes more at the same time. Bills and responsibilities make you sarcastic, spastic, jaded. You start to forget about the importance of adding to your colors, maintaining your sparkle. You see how easy it is to allow yourself to lose your colors.
You've stopped reaching out to friends. Your colors are dull and boring compared to what they once were, and you don't blend with the vibrant hues that others around you vibrate. You start to view the world in a series of blues and greys. You see hate and you don't stop it. You understand now that it is part of the world that you were hidden from. You're viewing life as a series of greyscale images with little emotion or passion and you forget what it feels like to live life in color. Your passion is gone.
Your routine is grey, but not unlike many others in the world. On a sunny day, with an open sky, you dare to take a new breath of air. And it brings you a touch of blue. Undiluted, pure, bold blue. And it reminds you you once knew something about the feel of colors. And you take a step.
Your grey path crosses with a rainbow array of colors, and in that moment you find that there are secrets of the world you will never understand. There are universes that are busy reminding you to look up, to look around, to find the colors you had before. And you give it a try. You add yellow on a sunny day in the city, and keep it in your pocket like a treasured jewel. It keeps your warm on cold nights, and reminds you there are bold things just beyond the clouds.
You add a shade of green during just the right light during a sunny walk through the park. As you watch the leaves change, a new auburn is burned into the back of your mind's eye and it keeps you smiling. You start to see the positive colors that are being shared all over the place, but you couldn't see under the greyscale fog. There is always more.
Colors are a choice, and as you collect your experiences and memories, it is important to blend those colors until you can create the picture you need in your life. You took some hits, dear, but so did everyone else. Don't let jaded become your color feel, when there are so many shades of jade that will do just fine.
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