The Color
Of Happiness
We start so young being influenced by the world
around us and those people with whom we come in
contact. Oftentimes the shaping of our very
being can be such a painful process, but we each
must go through it.
Little by little we
learn to bend as we are molded into what others
want us to be. Little by little we learn to
display what others want to see, and put aside
the parts of us that others don't seem to wish to
acknowledge. Those parts aren't always bad ...
just others can't seem to handle dealing with
them. As if in some great dance, we learn the
social proprieties of life.
So it is ...
we begin creating caverns inside. So it is we
learn how to please others ... and how to get
attention. We begin the weaving of a
person.
As we venture through life, the
process continues. We are continually forced
into the molds of other's expectations. We are
compartmentalized into their little boxes that
keep them safe and content. We sometimes do it
to ourselves as well, but more often than not, it
is our desire and need to be accepted ... to be
wanted ... to be loved ... and so we bend, and we
weave, and reroute our circuitry for the sake of
belonging and pleasing others. We learn that
even though we love to color in our books with
reds, that everyone is coloring in blue, so we
put our red crayons down in exchange for a blue
one. We may not like being part of the games
that are being played on the playground, but it's
the only way that we can become part of the
group, and so we join in.
The weaving
sometimes is so very complex. We find ourselves
in the looms of life and we spin and turn and
bend. The tapestry being woven with the fibers of
our soul and spirit.
There are times when
we feel like we will burst if we don't get to
express ourselves but more often than not, we
hold those pleasures deep inside.
Then
one day ... we learn how tightly woven we've
become. We learn that all of those feelings from
inside are really us, just trying to get out ...
just trying to express themselves. It is that
realization that gives us the feeling of being
lost ... the feeling of captivity ... the feeling
of not being able to realize those dreams. Even
into adulthood we put down our red crayons and
color our world with blue.
There comes a
time when we feel ourselves letting go. Some are
able to do it in a manner acceptable to society.
Others are not so fortunate. But soon, we learn
that if we don't let go ... if we don't fulfill
our dreams that we will bend to the point of
breaking and become nothing more than little
splinters of ourselves.
Then it happens
.. we begin to say what we feel .. we begin to
sing songs we've always loved. We begin to dance
the dance of the music in our heart. We find
ourselves stretching, dreaming outloud, twirling
and swirling in happiness because that day comes
when we free ourselves of everyone's
expectations. That day comes when we finally say,
"but that's not me ... that's you". It is then,
that we sing the loudest. It is then that we
find our red crayons and the whole world takes on
a different color. We are freed.
That color is called HAPPINESS.
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