Colors of my life

When I was young, my world was red.

Everything was intense and viewed as a new experience. This caused wonder and pride in my mother.

She helped me experience new things.

Teenage angst led me to a blue period where I didn’t like me. Pride and fear left me longing.

Dad understood more than I realized. He became the ever present friend in the shadows.

Black and white dominated early adulthood. Battles between,

right and wrong,

good and bad,

Jesus, Satan, happy, sad, clarity and confusion...

Made this a time of learning who I was, and who I was to become.

Mid life was beige.

Too much time spent building a life, but not enough time living my life. Looking back, these were the happiest of sad times.

Now I am old and life has become very brown. You know, the color you get when you mix all the other colors together.

Red’s excitement, the anxiety of blue, the battle of black and white, and the stability of beige all combined to make me who I now am.

Happiness and sadness are fickle companions and can be found throughout all colors.

The color of joy, is brown.