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| We start so young being influenced by the world around us, and those people with whom we come in contact. Often times, the shaping of our very being can be such a painful process, but we each must go through it. Little by little, we learn to bend as we are molded into what others want us to be. Little by little, we learn to display what others want to see, and put away the parts of us that others don't seem to want to acknowledge. Those parts aren't always bad...just others can't seem to handle dealing with them. As if in some great dance, we learn the social proprieties of life. So it is...we begin creating caverns inside. So it is we learn how to please others, and how to get attention. We begin the weaving of a person. As we venture through life, the process continues. We are continually forced into the molds of others' expectations. We are compartmentalised into their little boxes that keep them safe and content. We sometimes do it to ourselves as well, but more often than not, it is our desire and need to be accepted...to be wanted...to be loved...and so we bend, and we weave, and we reroute our circuitry for the sake of belonging, and pleasing others. We learn that even though we love to colour in our books with reds, that everyone is colouring in blue, so we put our red crayons down in exchange for a blue one. We may not like being part of the games that are played in the playground, but it's the only way we can become part of the group, and so we join in. The weaving is sometimes so very complex. We find ourselves in the loom of life and we spin, and turn, and bend. The tapestry being woven with the fibres of our soul and spirit. There are times we feel like we will burst if we don't get to express ourselves, but more often than not, we hold those pleasures deep inside. Then one day...we learn how tightly woven we have become. We learn that all of those feelings from inside us are really us, just trying to get out...just trying to express themselves. It is that realisation that gives us the feeling of being lost...the feeling of captivity...the feeling of not being able to realise those dreams. Even into adulthood we put down our red crayons and colour our world with blue. There comes a time when we feel ourselves letting go. Some are able to do it in a manner acceptable to society. Others are not so fortunate. But soon, we learn that if we don't let go...if we don't fulfill our dreams, that we will bend to the point of breaking and become nothing more than little splinters of ourselves. Then it happens...we begin to say what we feel...we begin to sing songs we've always loved. We begin to dance the dance of the music in our heart. We find ourselves stretching, dreaming out loud, twirling and swirling in happiness because that day comes when we free ourselves of everyone's expectations. That day comes when we finally say, "but that's not me...that's you." It is then that we sing the loudest. It is then that we find our red crayons, and the whole world takes on a different colour. We are freed. |
| That colour is called Happiness |
| Thanks to whomever the original poetry belongs to! I'll give you credit if you contact me! |
| With thanks! |
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| Poetry - unknown source, please email me if you know so I can give due credit. |
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