“The world isn’t full of rainbows and bubbles.”
True, but don’t tell my pet unicorn. He tends to think you can be happy all the time.
Those words were thrown at me violently, as if I didn’t know what gruesome was. Well, gruesome means, “causing repulsion or horror.” That feeling can be caused by something as simple as pink, cotton candy, or as complex as watching the news. If there’s no bad in this world, I wonder if we truly could understand and appreciate when good happens. You can’t have beauty without the beast, right? I believe everything is scaled on this invisible line of happiness, which is different for each individual person. I’m not happy all the time. I can be as cool as the blues and greens, and as warm as the yellows and reds in a rainbow.
People tend to think I’m always happy, that I smile all the time. That’s a lie! My face would fall off if I smiled 24-hours a day. It’s a nice thought though, and it does make me beam with joy that that’s the way I’m perceived. But, I cry, I get annoyed, and I even yell in an angry, dragon voice…my family sure can attest to these other emotions.
My smile and laugh are genuine. I giggle, I snort, and I echo within the room around me. I’m not going to hold back—that’s how water shoots out of my noise. Maybe this is why I’m labeled as “sheltered and innocent”—in my own little “bubbled world.” My emotions take in the environment around me, including the emotions of others. I will listen and understand because that is how you feel and how you see things. If we disagree, in return, let me lend you a pair of my shoes to see from a new perspective. If they don’t fit, just remember I’ve tried your size shoe. There’s a line in The Art of Racing in the Rain that I send to you all: “Separate oneself from the burden, the angst, the anguish that we all encounter every day. To say I am alive, I am wonderful, I am. I am. That is something to aspire to.” Don't let the gruesome define you.
Let your world be as colorful as a rainbow, reflecting the sun in bubbles.
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