Is it such a terrible thing to look through rose-tinted lenses? Is it worse to want to leave them on always?
Do they just show us the greener grass on the other side and leave us dismally drooling?
Maybe. So what? But most people aren’t pulling in so much moola, dough, green ones, that they can fulfill all their dreams. Should that stop us seeing pink? or green?
Where would we be without dreams? Not sleep dreams–personally I can do without those; mine are such screwed up messes I sometimes wish I could stay up all night and get something constructive done instead. No—daydreams, three wishes, if-only’s. Those dreams. Bucket list dreams.
Hope is a quintessential core quality of human beings. Most humans require a belief system of some sort, even if it’s only faith in a singular friend and no one else. This is built into our DNA, our psyche. It’s built into our liver, our toenails, our ear lobes!Here’s an example. I live in southern Manitoba, Canada. Beautiful summer–but way too short. This winter lasted from end of October to May. May! I’m a summer girl, a Leo, and they’re from Africa–no winter. Every year winter disturbs me more. Which, yes, explains me being disturbed )
In 2001 The Hub (hubby ) and I received a holiday in Australia. Every winter since, I can bear it less. But I spray my glasses with rose tinted dye and think of Aussie-land. I dream of living there one day. Roasting in the heat and enjoying it.
I fill my rose-tinted brain with lists of what I should take, what to leave behind, to sell or give on. What to make a big pile out of and burn before we go. Like my parkas and mitts and winter boots. I can even warm myself on this bonfire glowing pink through my glasses. Course when I think of leaving my older kids behind, reality hits. No. Can. Do.
Still, it’s fun while it lasts. And it fazes out the boring, the blah and the brrrr.
Rose tinted lenses, I can do that.
It’s optimism. It’s cup half full, not half empty.
It’s the power of positive thinking.
It doesn’t create monetary miracles, or instant tangible transformations. But that belief system theorem,
A girl can dream—
that gets, nourished and that can make the difference between losing it and staying (moderately) sane. It’s a proven fact that dreams and hopes can lift one’s spirits.
As parents, teachers, care-givers one of the worst ways to mess with a child’s head is to remove their rose-tinted glasses. You may as well dress them in stripes and chain them in a cell now.
If the Wright Brothers’ goggles (real aviator glasses!) didn’t have rose-tinted lenses we’d be building a bridge across the ocean—oops that’s me with the rose tints on now. Sorry. Actually, not.
There’s enough mess in the big world, sometimes even in our own small worlds. Sometimes we have to dream and ignore the ugly for a while. But I say, if the grass looks more green on the other side, it’s not wrong to dream about it. Check it out if you can.
On the other side of my fence I see a trip to Italy with my cousin, France and Barcelona with The Hub, England with my dear friend and sister-in-law. I see my books in print, a whole row of them. I see me establishing an earthy, eclectic kids bookstore, with rooms for writers groups and readings.
Go boil your movie screen 3-D glasses.
Bring on the tinted aviators in rose, fuchsia, pink, or coral.
For the grass on the other side, hmm, maybe chartreuse?