When I see parts of me covering a building, a head, or even the sky, I feel as drab and dull inside as I look on the outside. I am characterless, monotonous, and depressing. I am neither here nor there, I signify death and decay. I am gray. I am the color of old hair, I am the feeling of sadness and boredom. And yet, there is a place that I visit in my wildest dreams, a place in which I am a revered deity…
The city is aglow with the light of the setting sun, turning everything pink and red. But as it starts to get dark, and the lights are switched on, you see the gray sidewalks, the gray clothes, the gray store signs, and the thousands of people thronging the streets. They are surrounded by me, in so many places, and yet they do not mind. There is something different over here, something amazing at work. Some magic which has transformed me from a good for nothing, rotten shade to a popular color the people embrace. It is surprising, and perplexing, even for me, who has spent so long in the world where I am unwanted. Yet it is true, here, I am as loved and respected as blue, or white, or red. Here, I am in my element.
I believe something happened long ago in this land of my imagination, which has created this view towards me. In the history of my mind, something changed. Perhaps the Ten Commandments declared I was a ‘giver of good fortune’ or the holy Hindu scriptures told tales of my greatness. Maybe the Quran cited me as an entity that would destroy all forms of corruption of the mind. Or maybe a little girl loved a teddy bear I adorned and so did millions of other little people, learning to adore me. I do not know what goes on in the complicated minds of humans. In one world I am shunned and hidden, in another I am the color that signifies rain and wisdom. I really am not that different, either on the inside or the outside. But the same old me can be seen in a million different ways, shining along a shard of crystal, or casting a gloomy shadow over everything, and sometimes, I wish my imagination was powerful enough to change reality.
With love, Gray.
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