Grey Tinted People

Few people show how colorful they are.

They can radiate their different hues from every seeming pore, no effort needed. 

They smile a resplendent red, move with a golden grace, laugh their teal rumbles

. Some of us though, can’t show our colors.

We all have our reasons, our excuses why we decide to stay dull. 

Some don’t know how to breath out their greens, golds and gamboges. 

They watch the painted people, take mental notes, mimic how they seem to implode their colors.

 My past way of thinking thought that to be pathetic.

See, I was the other side of thinking for the dull community. 

While the opposite side tried to change, I had  decided to accept my locality. 

Why change who you are?

 Some of us were born to be prisms of colors, others born to live in the shadows. 

How could their colors stand out so beautifully without some grey tint to compare to after all?

 It’s simply our job to make the painted people look good. 

We watch them run and glide, letting their light bounce off us so they can reach new people and places.

 We tell them how beautifully they radiate, how down-to-the-funny-bone humorous they are, how their light will illuminate the right path towards their futures.

 All this, with only friendly comments and the surety of being forgotten in return.

I was content with being a grey tinted person.

 I liked seeing others grow and succeed off of my quiet stature.

 Besides, the words I wanted to say seemed to be replace;

I let them wash away and drown in the empty conversations around me.

 I could keep going on like this if I’d like.

 Just let them speak; my words lack importance and entertainment. 

They lacked color.

I wish I could tell you an exact date when I decided it wasn’t so pathetic to want to change.

 How poetic it would've been to have told you that something big and adventurous occurred to make me come to my senses.

 But no. It wasn’t a specific time or event that opened my eyes, it wasn’t a day to dread or admire. I simply decided that my life could use another hue.

Nothing too extreme,

  Maybe just add in a deep blue into this mix of grey.

 I deserve that much, right?

After awhile, I noticed my sea of blues and greys were in need of toasted sands.

 I brought in faded golds and lambent yellows.

 Down the road, I allowed in some refreshing greens and royal violets.

Eventually, instead of envying peoples different colors, I soaked them in and added them to my own  diverse collection. 

I introduced my new pastels to the other greys.

 I wanted to show them that we could be vibrant without vanity; that our grey tints could become a lustrous silver.

I decided I was worth it. 

That’s it. 

That simply worded sentence was all that occurred to help me live life while it was meant to be lived. My canvas exploding with colors I didn’t know I could own, with spaces destined to be filled with exotic shades. 

All of it, bouncing off the old, faded, grey background.