Out of all the blessings God has given us, my favorite is color. I've always feared becoming handicapped, but being blind is my biggest fear. I don't ever want to stop appreciating the beauty God has placed in this world for us. I pity color blind people, and I don't understand how things must look to them.
How could you explain color to someone? If I had to try, I would say: well, its this variety that is pleasing to behold. Everything is different, and its only different because it reflects different wavelengths of light. It's a miracle, yet its considered normal. No one stops and considers color. Of course there are some in history who did.
There is a reason Van Gogh is my favorite artist. His style isn't that classic realistic type of art, but he stuns me with his use of color. He sees the world not in shapes and colors, but in emotions. He sees the turqoise and yellow passion erupting among the stars, where others only see little dots. He sees the purple and green glow among the clumps of gray scenery. I like to look at the world like that when I can. I thrive on the beauty of the people around me: the beautifully desperate defeat in one man's eyes, the grin on a girl's face as she has eyes only from the latest text from her boyfriend, the bright wild eyes of a person having an ah-hah moment.
Life is so luscious, so attractive, so delicious. Besides being show to see color, all of our senses are gifts from God. Food that is simply fuel can be so enjoyable because of taste. Hitting a stick against a drum can be so pleasing to one's ears because of rhythm. Simple cotton sheets can feel so pleasing after a hot shower. Life is just full of these lovely, lively experiences.
So stop and smell the roses, and feast your eyes on them, and feel them. Wear that bright purple T-shirt, put on that bright red lipstick, wear two bright colors together. Who cares? Colors are meant to be fun. They can bring laughter and love. Why focus on the pain in life when beauty is all around us? We only have to open our eyes.
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