I know the world has colour. The sky is blue. The clouds are white. The grass is green, and so on and so on. There are times when colours seem so dull; there are times when life is dull. Weeks and months pass and we only see one shade of blue, one shade of white, and one shade of green. Life is sometimes two dimensional. Almost as if we are watching life, but not really participating. Almost as if life would rather if we didn’t participate. And so this dull, vintage sepia way of slowly moving like a shadow through life overtakes us,
but then there’s living in technicolor.
The morning you stretch and wake up to technicolor asleep next to you, you know life is about to take a very sudden, but beautiful change.
The change is when the tree you pass every morning is no longer just a mass of green; it’s when there is a tree trunk, rough bark, and leaves of several shades of green, yellow, and brown all layered perfectly on branches and twigs. The change is when the field of yellow becomes individual stems of mustard coloured grass swaying as the breeze moves through them. The change is when you drive over the bridge to work and there are ducks in the lake, when sun beams dance on top of the water, and a father and son are laughing as they prepare for an afternoon of fishing. The change is when you swear the sky is a colour blue you’ve never seen and the clouds are such a masterpiece that even Michelangelo-after years upon years of careful painting-could never capture their full beauty. The change is when a smile catches the sides of your lips or a giggle escapes your mouth without hesitation and without any reason.
Rub the black and white from your eyes. Enjoy the full, vibrant changes that technicolor can bring to life. Also, hold on to whatever (or whomever) it is that brings colour to your world.
May be a little on the weird side for some of you, but for me this song is colour.
The above song could be translated into this.