Blue: (v) to make or become blue.
Often life arrives in a very pale shade, threatening despair, and I too quickly grab the “blues” to darken it.
Yes, I have a fear that things are not going to go well. I will admit it.
To me, optimism always seems to be a trap–similar to being informed that you have a great amount of cash waiting for you in a Nigerian bank.
After a while, you stop believing in miracles, but unfortunately also lose your ability to accept reality but instead, interpret all your life through a prism of “blue.”
I know there are depressions which are caused by deficiencies in the human body, but there are also depressions we permit to settle in because the contortions of greater effort or hilarious hope are just too painful.
How much light does it take to change blue to faith?
I don’t know. And I certainly cannot convince myself that pursuing such virtue is always plausible.
Maybe I could just stop using my blue crayon to color in the pictures quite so often.
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