Where to Focus?

Blue is the color of the ocean, and the color of cold lips.

Grey is the color of pigeons, and pocket lint.

Brown is the color of mountains and dirt and old bananas and beat up apples and a scoop of chili and new shoes and a sweet chocolate bar.

White is the color of snow.

Red is the color of blood.

What and which color we find among things depends a great deal on what we’re expecting. Maybe we were looking for shadows, and we found shadows. We focused on the shadows so that’s where we landed.

If, on the other hand, we were looking for bright rainbow-tinted glamors of sunlight, prisming through the distant window, we may find exactly that. One thousand walls between us and the window might be powerless to stop us from seeing the bright light we wanted to see. No one is quite sure how to blockade a determined mind.

Lemon is the color of yellow.

Orange is the color of itself.

Sand is the color of tan.

Grass is the color of sand, and at times even green.

Wind is the color of whatever’s in it.

What we find in the wind is often the same as what we find in the world—whatever we’re searching to find. The color of choice. The color of the moment. The color of our mood.

There is a reason for our momentary mood. It’s what we choose, and it’s what we were after in the first place.

If you’re tired of those greyed-out pocket lint moods, choose a different mood. Start looking for a different color. Choose accordingly.

Sure, you can choose a sour mood, a moment of focusing on shadows, focusing on bruises and blemishes, or even focusing on fire. Maybe you woke up tired of everything and you were hoping something would explode and burn—remember though, when the fire spreads it often spreads to the one who started it. That’s a metaphorical way of saying you might be mad, but someone else might be madder. Seems like there’s always someone madder.

Terrible moods can jump gaps exactly like fire, burning not only things touching, but also things nearby.

The sad thing is that when things get burnt, they’re no longer useful.

Fortunately, great moods can spread like sunlight through windows, shrinking the shadows and brightening the dim corners.

Isn’t it great that sunlight spreads without destroying? Let’s focus on that.