Sometimes life is grey.
This is not a sad post. Just as grey is no sad color to me. Grey is a melancholic color. Grey is my second favorite color. Grey is a color I can get wrapped up in. Melancholy is a feeling I can get wrapped up in.
Melancholy is a bittersweet feeling. Sometimes I even seek the grey.
Sometimes I seek color.
Most of the time I try to find color in the grey. Those tiny little spots of joy, hope, excitement, contentedness, love, friendship, myself…. evident yet hidden between all the curveballs, distractions, musts, shoulds and challenges life holds for any of us.
Still grey has its own beauty.
Reality vs. Dreams
Dreams vs. Reality
Here vs. There
When you feel stuck a change of scenery can be the most freeing experience. A breath of fresh air. A new lookout on life and its possibilities. But I find my life getting out of focus when I always long for a faraway place.
Solitude vs. Togetherness
Being alone recharges the battery of the introvert. But as much as I enjoy being alone the line between being alone and being lonely is thin and easy to cross. The feeling of togetherness can be even more thrilling.
Me vs. Me
When the feeling of being detached from myself takes over I feel nothing but uneasiness. But you can find snippets of yourself in the most random places and situations when you allow yourself a second glance.
Now vs. The Future
Happy people live in the presence. But the future has its own appeal. I don’t want to live my life in the future entirely but sometimes the prospect of a near future is what it takes me to be content in the presence.
Grey vs. Color
Thanks for listening to my thinking out loud!