We Don't Have to Be 50 Shades of Office Cubicle Grey

I don't know if this is supposed to be about how we have all lost our imaginations, or about how we are afraid to act young, or about crayons, but let's just say that it's about all those things and let's just say it's about a little more. Because we are told to think outside of the box, but when we do we get punished, penalized, and persuaded that we were supposed to do it this way and we shouldn't have done it that way. 

We are told that we shouldn't have used cerulean where black could have sufficed. We were taught that angle A was perpendicular to angle D and we were asked to prove it and we couldn't say "because that's the way it is" because there was only 1 right answer, and that wasn't it.

We were taught to stay inside the lines and you wonder why we can't think outside the box? We're told that everyone is gold, and then they average us out, define us by letters and numbers and slide us through the machine and hope that we don't ALL come out a murky brown or an office cubicle grey. 
We think that all we can do is hope that we aren't the ones shading in a monotone world, but sometimes we are, and that's because of the news, and the government, and  the pessimists who drain the color out of our faces and then splash it back in politically correct terms of white, black, yellow, and make us think that the world isn't worth the time we spend outlining and color coordinating,
BUT
IT
IS.
Some of us still appreciate the pinks and oranges of a sunset.
Some of us still love the reds of lips, and the blues of eyes.

Some of us still have rainbows swirling around in our heads waiting to be chosen from a box where the people we let borrow our crayons only replaced the blacks and the whites.
But when we remember that we can still color with the atomic tangerines and the razzle dazzle roses and the screamin greens we rediscover ideas and opinions and facts that we forgot were even there. And our imaginations are a little rusty because we left them out in the rain for a couple years, but we can sand them off and do a little tweaking and look at that, it's just like new.

Then we see the color of the world, and surprisingly it's not just 50 shades of grey.

Because we all get to be the color WE want to be.

-PF