If you could pick a color to describe your life, what would it be?
Recently, one of my students wrote something that I thought was profound as it explored the color of a life. Here it is:
When something is taken away, something valuable, you want it back. Now, when I say valuable, I
don't mean money and material things. My most valuable possession...was my emotion. It was taken from me and was replaced by something dreadful. Surely, you can guess what it was. A certain darkness that no one wants.When I was in the jaws of this darkness, pain hit every inch of my heart, mind, and soul. It masked all emotion and I become blank, as blank as a clean paper plate. Dull.
don't mean money and material things. My most valuable possession...was my emotion. It was taken from me and was replaced by something dreadful. Surely, you can guess what it was. A certain darkness that no one wants.When I was in the jaws of this darkness, pain hit every inch of my heart, mind, and soul. It masked all emotion and I become blank, as blank as a clean paper plate. Dull.
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The physical touches of others was almost like touching a ghost. Their touch went right through me. Invisibility became a necessity. A heaviness tugged at my heart and your heart became a 1000 lb. burden carrier. Life got harder to live, harder see. It got harder to breathe. People often asked me if I was alright, and the trademark answer was, "I'm fine."
The reading of a good story no longer gave me the urge to go out on an adventure. The face of my lover never truly gave me that fluttery feeling in my stomach anymore, nor do his kisses send shivers down my back andgoosebumps across my skin.
There was a sense of recovery one day but, that grey still lurked. I added a tint of yellow, like a smile, and the grey absorbed it and became... brighter. I threw in some red, like love, and the grey became darker. The color grey never truly disappears. Ask any painter or artist. Grey is a color that will only become ugly when you add other colors to it.
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