Everyone Has A Rainbow

I grew up thinking that rainbows are rare, precious things in the sky with seven vibrant colours, and if you followed them, you would find a pot full of gold coins at the end. And I felt awed that the world could have such wondrous delights.

Of course, I grew up. I became a new Me. I became colour-blind.

I could see only black or white. The million hues were all lost in my search for the pot of gold. The rainbow lost its lustre, and was nothing more than a mirage now.

It took me nearly ten years of disillusionment to realize that the rainbow's colours are in our minds. The pot of gold at the end is nothing but the satisfaction of leading a fulfilling life everyday. I had felt I was alone in my suffering. Believe me, to suffer alone is always worse than sharing the same miserable fate as others. Though that may sound weird, I feel that is my truth now. It also occurred to me that everyone suffers alone because they think that such misery doesn't befall others. But it does.

Everyone has a rainbow. Everyone is in search of the pot of gold. Some enjoy the chase, some don't see the rainbow at all because they are too busy looking for the gold. And I believe it helps to remember that it takes both rain and sunshine to create the miracle that is a rainbow.

We are all a lot more alike than we would like to accept. So I wanted to share in this blog my own experiences with colour, hoping it would brighten someone's life somewhere.

So here's hoping that each moment be an eternity of happiness, and each era of sorrow but a passing cloud.