Visualize a blank canvas. The artist stares and then begins to select assorted colors for his pallet. He picks up the brush and dabs on a little paint with the first stroke of color in your life. Then, your first smile followed by your parents’ reaction to your first word. Soon the steps turn into running.
Life is gaining momentum with conversations. Childhood rushes by. Middle school comes with the adjustments from awkwardness to beauty. Maturity begins to settle in during your high school years. Onward to the young adult life where your wings are spread. You begin to fly on your own. Fly you must. Fly as fast as you can before crashing into the brick wall. The pieces are many, but somehow you get up and fly again. Speed is not your goal now, but caution, accuracy and destination are more focused. Responsibilities settle in and grip your thoughts and actions.
Finding your mate. Then raising a family. Time flies. Now you are looking at the empty nest. Readjustments are in order. Reflections are starting to appear. Do you like what you see? Second thoughts may occur. I wish I had… I would do some things differently. Hindsight is good if it’s applied to future events.
The canvas is almost full. The colors are bright and true. You paint over the dull spots while putting things in perspective trying to pass over the hurts of life. As you gaze at the canvas you want to remember the good things in life that came your way. The lessons learned and valued. The ones you want to share with others. The better things while hoping your listeners are really listening.
There’s just one more scene to paint. What colors will you choose? What will the brush paint as you complete the picture of life.
