It’s a little childhood memory. I was terrible at drawing, I still am. But even then, being a really brave kid, I always tried it. So I remember this one masterpiece of mine, which no one ever understood (not even me, so its ultimate destiny were some tiny little pieces of paper in the dustbin). So, I sat down with my box of crayons, indulged into it one fine day. I had nothing in mind; I just kept humming a song and kept coloring the sheet. When every corner of it was full of color, what you could vaguely make out was that the sheet had two distinct parts. One had day, other, night. One had a round yellow sun, with those rays sticking on it like matchsticks on a rubber ball. Other had the white, soothing moon. On the night side, there were some trees, some bushes, some flowers, red, yellow, pink. Also, a narrow stream of blue water flowed nearby the bushes. On the sunny side, I tried making a desert, with cactus’s and sands.
Note: Objects in the picture were strictly visible to me; others could make nothing out of the mess.
So, just today, this picture came on like a movie flashback into my mind, and it somehow dawned upon me, that it had deeper meanings than being just a mess. As a child, I could see, we all could see that this world was not of a single tone. We saw the days, followed by nights, and again by days. We saw the deserts, we saw the forests. There were all kinds of innocent animals, and there were all kinds of wicked ones. There were good uncles and aunties, and there were ones who wouldn’t let us play in front of their houses. It was a simple observation of a kid. Then why we, as adults, terribly failed to accept the same with our lives?
We love the flowing streams of water, the trees so green, but we can’t accept the deserts? It is all there, days and nights, in you, and in life. Accept it or not, you have to live with both. But we choose. We choose happiness, we deny sadness. It is bound to come, happiness exists because sadness exists, and vice verse. We choose the good, we deny the evil. They are there, both, in the world, in us.
I quote this little excerpt from a book I have been reading,
“The life of someone who chooses will be all gray, flat and simple, because he has cleaned and polished a corner of his life.”
We have chosen to be men of character. We chose to be good men; we chose a set of protocols to follow. But, the bad still exists. We chose we needed to be happy, we chose it has to be the way of life. But it cannot, because sorrow continues to exist.
Stop choosing, become choice-less. It is not in your hands. Let life be, all blue black yellow and red. You can’t make it gray. Let the angel be, let the devil be. Let the lovers be, let the haters be. Let yourself laugh, let you cry. Accept life as it is, accept yourself as you are, not gray, not black, not white. All so colored.
So I have decided to open my eyes and see to life, unbiased, choice less. And when I do, I see mine is colored, how is yours?