The colors of deception
When you came into this world, you were born with a clean slate.
Or so they say.
That's the first lie written on your slate, scribbled in bashful beige. Not exactly a lie; not exactly deception; not exactly misdirection. But it lies somewhere along the spectrum of lies, a spectrum colored in shades of brown from bashful beige to blackened brown.
With your first breath, everyone and everything rushes to your clean slate. A fresh board to scribble on, and scribble they do. Their scribbles are writing the Book of Life. Your life. The life you are destined to lead.
Or so they believe.
That's the second lie scribbled in tawny tan. Not exactly a lie, but certainly misdirection.
Mom and Dad are first to scribble on your clean slate. Mostly they write in plush pink or tranquil turquoise. Calming and reassuring, they set your stage.
Many others follow, each bringing their own colors.
Teachers bring purposeful purple.
Church elders shine in resplendent ruby.
Friends draw in sunshine yellow.
Close relatives scribble in grass green.
And then adolescence descends in fiery fuchsia. An explosion of colors mixes on your clean slate. No pattern. No splash art. Only a mix of every color you've seen, dominated and underwritten with crushing cherry, flickering flame, and wavering wisteria.
Young adulthood quietly takes over in flourishing fern. A full palette of calming colors dominates your slate.
Your significant other gracefully inscribes in waltzing white.
Your bosses and coworkers hammer and chisel in dusty denim.
Your children bring playful peach.
Your budding family blend in vivid vermilion.
Your house grows quiet. Sounds of your children's feet pitter-pattering across the floor are replaced with sounds of your grandchildren's feet. But you never really looked at your slate, did you?
Maybe one day, when the sounds of little feet grow fainter and fainter and the quiet between the silence grows longer and longer, you'll be sitting in your favorite chair. Your spouse may be sitting in the room with you.
Maybe not.
Your mind drifts off to the sounds of little feet...
And you start reading your slate, your Book of Life for the first time.
You're the cutest baby
BFF
My dog ate it
The harder you work, the bigger your reward
I do
Let's pray
A smile creases your mouth. Tears well up in your eyes. Your Book of Life, one that started as a clean slate, comes alive in all its colorful glory.
And all written in shades of brown from brawny beige to blackened brown.
With your clean slate highlighted in gentle gold.
Posted by One Drunk Redneck
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