The Color Me

It's 2AM, and I should be sleeping, but I've finally decided to do something I should have done a long time ago. I don't know how to describe it, but here goes. You know those in-depth conversations you have with your friends, real friends, that shake your beliefs or make you question your life and the choices you make? Questions on purpose, religion, love, hate, etc. Ever since I can remember, my mind has been flooded with them. Maybe it's in the nature of an introvert to think so heavily, but I wouldn't call myself one outright. I just listen a little bit more than I speak. I just look a little bit longer before I leap. But it's time I spoke up--not necessarily for anyone else, but for me. I've been keeping a list of things to write about, and it can only get longer so why not start now?

The title of this blog comes from the book by Alice Walker The Color Purple. There's this scene when Shug Avery explains to Celie that she thinks it pisses God off every time we pass the color purple and don't appreciate how beautiful it is. I thought about that scene today, and whether I could think of anything else so beautiful that God would be enraged for us to overlook. And no surprise here, I thought, well what about me? Sure I'm no color, but I believe God's done something very special and unique in shaping each of us. No two the same like some e^6.022 x 10^23 Crayola crayon box. And life, one big coloring book with e^e^6.022 x 10^23 pages that we have no way of measuring, with images we cannot fathom.

There'll never be another you or me, and maybe God gets pissed off every time we overlook just how beautifully made we all are.