Advice, Color, Life, Thoughts

Tick Tock

Time ticks. Choices made. Life twisted and mangled into something we call days and weeks, months and years till our time ticks away and our choices are left to haunt our legacy. Left as a canvas, painted and left as a picture for those behind us to ponder. To change their own painting or to disregard and paint the same mistakes into their own pictures. 

Random thoughts on a random night.

~ BlondHeadedHunk ~

Color Inside the Lines

Advice, Color, People, Thoughts

Colors of Life

I think life is vibrant, despite its disparity, it has great possibility. It’s all about how you look at it. Happiness is a choice and is dependent upon what you choose, not on what others do. It is not cause and effect; in the sense someone else causes and you are effected. Rather you cause and effect your own happiness and enjoyment of life. There are repercussion of your choices and those repercussions can effect those around you but they begin with you in the simplest form. There are times you cannot choose or it is very difficult to choose at least. However I do think happiness is somewhat relative to us vs. based on someone else. Even depression for some isn’t based on someone else. Its not something you can change always but it is still relative to you, not coming from another source all together. I think its far to easy to blame others for our problems and make them the cause of, what in our eyes, is a deplorable existence on a doomed planet.

I am currently in a situation where I can’t say I always choose to be happy and honestly I hate to admit that its even a choice at all because that means I can change it. However if you are honest with yourself 100% and really stop to look at why you are unhappy, can you honestly blame it on someone else? Maybe right off hand you can say “Yes I can, my ex did this to me” or “My boss said this today” but that means you have no opportunity in life to choose your own destiny. It is all someone else’s choice for us. That leaves you powerless and destined to ride out your days in the hands of someone who you may or may not entirely hate (or strongly dislike).

I may have said all this before in some form or another but with being in the place I am now where I have to basically choose on a daily basis to be happy it brings the idea back around. Yes there are times when things happen and maybe you will spend a day or to upset, sad, seeing no colors in your life from day to day but eventually that pain subsides. For some they can push the pain away sooner than others, move on, let go, feel the happiness shine in like the sun on a rainy day. Some feel that the pain is a way of healing perhaps, or a part of the healing process. I can’t speak for all, I can only speak for me. I tend to cut the ties, cut the pain, cut the heartbreak and move on quickly. I don’t enjoy hurting (unless its a rainy day and I’m lying in bed listening to sad music, then it can feel kinda nice to revel in the pain and disparity) but I do my best to move on from it. I’m not telling you how to live your life or even trying to give you a magic antidote. As always its just another opinion I figured I would throw out to the world to read and come to your own conclusion.

Let the grey go, lets the colors in. Life is full of them, you just have to let them shine through.


Color, Poetry

Dark Nights, Strange Thoughts

I don’t claim to be poetic at all but I was messing with some rhymes tonight and thought you all might enjoy reading what I wrote. Sorry if it’s not according to poetic rules but please enjoy it despite.

1.Colors on the canvas appear

Swirling together in a rainbow so clear

If the colors weren’t so bright

My heart would have to be a light

In my life of colors appear

My feelings now become so clear

In her eye I see the tear

The heart, the souls together as one

If only she could see the sun

Her life, her breath

Gone today, it is her death

My colors and hers, once combined

Now there’s nothing left behind. 

2. The rhythm, the beats, this life completes

Her heart, my source of joy, competes

But as she’s gone my canvas fades

Inside of me the feelings betrayed

My loss, my gain, I’ve gone insane

So here I stand before this train

My soul drifts on to further heights

My heart ne’er to shine a light

I’ll send the rain to dampen your pain

Hold fast and strong and lift the weight

I bid my last and final strain 

3. I paint my final canvas now

Dark so dark there is no light

To some I stand and others bow

I walk along this path alone

My heroes gone, he’s out of sight

I’ve lost my hope, I’ve gone too far

The path, so drear, has taken my soul

In its place a gashing scar

Take my place, to you I extol 

Be strong my son, be strong my friend

Don’t ever go around that bend

If you should, never lose sight

Of what is wrong and what is right 

As I said, I’m not a poet but a friend liked these and said I should post them so here they are. If you have any thoughts, want more posts like this or think they are just plain horrible I’m interested to hear. Until tomorrow, as always


Color, Emotions, Life, Thoughts

Color Inside The Lines

Recently I proposed a question to a good friend of mine and she came up with some great thoughts. It’s an abstract idea that I came up with and she had some amazing ideas I wanted to share with you guys. She has her own blog that I will link below as well so give her a follow!

Q. If life was a book and you had to find a way to color it what would it be? Are emotions the paint we use to color our daily life? Are we missing the beauty in each day by covering up our colors? Do you paint? Is it in pastel or neon? Black and white or shades of grey? 

A. These colors that represent our emotions are in the depths of each of our lives, they form an everlasting canvas that stretches throughout infinity. Each of us has a part to play in our own way, to fill in the canvas. Black outlines twist and twirl to make many diverse patterns, shapes, and forms. We do with the canvas what we will, some leaving spaces void of color. Others fill the blank spaces between the lines with colors, patterns, pictures, making none of them the same. Everyone has their own way of filling in the lines and some pay no mind to the lines at all. Instead they fill it with scribbles, and chaotic ideas all their own. Some days we can’t help but go outside the lines…the daily struggle to keep our colors inside the lines is our endeavor to get through whatever struggles we so happen to be facing. 

Some can not contain themselves and have the pressing desire to stand out, to be known… using bright and brilliant colors. Some days, trying to hold back what we can not or maybe should not express becomes nearly impossible and it bursts out of our hearts as a great uncontrollable fountain. Colors spilling outside the lines and even onto other’s portions of the canvas.

Some hide the brilliant colors inside, shading their canvas with a pencil, only letting people see the bare minimum. Hiding behind dark shades of grey and black making the lines disappear and join with the rest of the picture. 

Some are expressionless, blank, they feel nothing and show nothing. The picture of their life seems almost empty and meaningless to the casual observer. It may even feel empty to themselves at times. 

We can effect other people by coloring outside the lines because it is so expressed and obvious. The lines that they carefully follow, are distorted because life is a canvas…everyone struggles to stay within their bounds…but this is life we are talking about. Nobody is picture perfect…most everyone has or will color outside the lines more than once in the short time they have…

These colors, the emotions that govern our day to day can be seen in the good and the bad. Anger, happiness, sadness, contentment, love, hate, they all color our canvas but some express these colors in bright neons that seem to glow to those around them. The emotions are so strong that others can not only see but feel those emotions. Some people take those colors and mix them into their own pictures creating new shades that can darken and muddle their painting. Others are completely oblivious to the color around them, their canvas takes on a picture all of its own that even they can’t see. Still others simply admire what they see around them but paint an entirely different picture because they are impervious to the influence of the art they marvel at. 

We all choose different colors that match our particular needs, wants and feelings. Some prefer a pastel to the neons while some prefer no color at all. This doesn’t make them dull, it modestly sets them apart from others. When seen from a distance the twists and twirls blend together to make a mosaic that is your life and mine twined together through space and time. 
Life, a beautiful picture that you can paint how you like. Do you pay attention to the lines or do you color the picture the way you want it? 


• GingerGirlSunflower

In A Sunflowers World