Thursday, December 2, 2010
My head lowered and my eyes shifted back to the immediate surroundings. The perimeter held dancing shadows, the floor gritty, as though sandy feet had passed this way before me and the room is round. Flashbacks of carnival fun-houses filled my mind. “Well, I bought no ticket to this ride.”
I shook off the “wow” factor and began to slowly inch to the center of the room. The tall, cylinder space had forced my heart to race with anticipation. “Where was I, why was I here, what are those?” All breathless questions I found myself whispering.
As my eyes adjusted to the low level of light shapes emerged. Many vertical rectangular shapes, framed with ornate molding lined the room; doors. The round room was full of doors. Though equal in size and shape, each possessed an individual color and each screamed to be opened.
All of these colorful doors and I had no idea which one I had come in from. “What’s up with the colors?” I thought, assuming it part of the ride. “Oh well, just pick one.” Straight across the room to a door I walked, turned the knob and pulled.
It had to be the psychological effect; my body went straight to the red door. Not really paying attention I flung open the door.
I could feel the heat; flames are surely what I would see. “This is angry,” and as I felt it close enough to burn I slammed the door shut. I knew this sensation all too well.
To the left I grabbed the next knob and opened. Green, simply green, no shapes or shadows, merely pure color. A soundtrack began to play. “It is not fair, why them, I wish it had been me, I want...” Green was envy and this door was not for me.
I was starting to see the pattern. If red was anger, green envy; then blue must be serenity. Yellow, has to be hope and happiness; but wait. If each door had a color, each color represented an emotion, how was I to pick just one?
I turned on my heels and once again scanned my doors of choice. Red, orange, yellow, blue, green and purple, then I saw it. Across the room to my right was a door with no molding, 6 inches taller than the others and had no color. My heart again raced with anticipation and my mind said “that door.”
To the colorless door I made my way. As I neared, it became apparent this door was of considerable weight, the knob much larger and I knew it would it take all I had to open this portal.
With all my strength, both hands grasping the knob, I tugged and turned; consciously struggling to win. I managed to move the wooden slab about 3 inches, “Oh, this was it,” and went back to prying it open.
Want to know what I found?
Where life is full of emotion and arranged by color. That when placed side by side, in proper proportion, forms a beautiful sign life is in harmony; a rainbow.
If each door in your life had a color, each color represented an emotion, would you really want pick just one?