Shades of Grey

As I’ve aged, I’ve been able to glean some wisdom along the way. That’s what we’re supposed to do, right? Gain wisdom through mistakes, experience and triumphs. But as I look around, I see so many shades of grey manifesting about me. The teenage teenyboppers acting like they know everything in the world, when they haven’t a clue about any of it. The worn-out middle class, working, having kids, a dog or two, the white picket fence and struggling to balance and finance it all. I see the withered bent elderly wondering what kind of life they lived, was it what they wanted or did they just sacrifice to sacrifice. Shades of grey all the way around. Everyone breathing, sleeping, eating and all still going through the motions of this thing called life. Like wisps of shadow beings just floating along in the breeze. No real substance, no real direction and no true color of life to fill them to overflowing. What is manifested is only shades of grey.

Every once in a while, an entity comes along and touches some of the fragmented shades, and sparks of color flash like lightening inside a storm cloud. Forms start to take shape as the color illuminates the newly inspired being. Sometimes the metamorphoses are born, and this new creature of light emerges as bright as a morning sun. Sometimes due to the nature of becoming alive and aware the color tenderly reaches out to others around them, some are affected, but sadly, most, are not. Those with color, dance and laugh, twirling through the cosmos on a rainbow of adventures. They are the sacred, the ones living in passion and knowledge that the rest of the greys so desperately need. The remaining greys live unassumingly, never able to break free from the colorless vacuum of nonexistence. Years of life pass by faster and faster until all that is left is wrinkled regret. With the wherewithal to be able to look back and examine an unfulfilled life, one with old, clouded eyes can make out the journey they were destined to take vs. the one that kept them in bondage. We all have a choice of how we are going to live. We all have free will. Once that conclusion is understood, then life takes on an entirely new form. It’s not an easy path. It is full of hardship, trials, lessons to be learned and many, many blessings.

I know I am tired. I am getting more so as every day passes. I don’t have the energy I had when I was young. That’s part of the natural process, I know. But it’s also a biproduct of not living in the color I should be living. I know that I still have time, and I know that I don’t like being a specter of just grey illusion. So, decisions and hard steps climbing the mountain must take place. I can’t be alive and aware and do nothing about it lest I be the biggest hypocrite of all. Hence my journey to write, to explore, to share, to learn, to continue to seek out the color of this world and those that live in it. We are all on a journey of self-discovery, we are all on a journey of choice; to live in color or to live in shades of grey. I say, let’s start creating rainbows in a grey filled sky and see what happens.