Rose Colored Glasses

I need a new prescription for my rose colored glasses. Not going to get one though cause I don’t plan to wear my rose colored glasses anymore. Liked them when they worked. Liked things being beautiful and magical and fairy tale like. Loved that feeling.

The feeling of Old Hollywood. That place that was like another planet. Where the stars fell from the heavens and showed us things beyond us. I was one of those lovely people out there in the dark. The lifestyles of the rich and famous. Those things beyond reach. Beyond imagination. My rose colored glasses kept them there and me here.

The feeling of Washington. Still remember the very feel of that power. The city pulsed with it. To even see the White House did it. To actually tour it enhanced it. It was special. The energy of responsibility. The feel of leaders that walked there. Lived on in the history books. The names and faces from newsreels and television special reports. My rose colored glasses helped me trust.

I was happy and traveled well with my rose colored glasses. My eyes changed. I changed. Seeing the world first hand surely effected it. Living in Turkey and hearing the call to prayer and walking from affluence to poverty everyday did it. The feel of Burning Man and true community shook my vision to be sure. So many things changed the way I see. It shouldn’t surprise me that my rose colored glasses don’t work anymore. What surprises me is that I keep trying to see through them.

Did it when I watched the Oscars. Tried to feel what I felt when Bogey, Wayne, Hayward, Gable, Leigh, Hope, Niven, Garland, Monroe, Holden, and so many more felt so far away and special. Tried to feel the eliteness of it all. Felt instead a simpler connection. The feel of storytellers and artists sharing gifts. It was less special and more special at the same time. It was not another planet. It was just a nice night out for some folks that did their job well.

Tried my rose colored glasses on and looked at Washington. Thought of Stephen King’s book, “Needful Things”. In the book, one of the characters has a pair of Elvis’ glasses and wallows in a delusion while wearing them. I look at Washington now and feel much different. That is about me. About my changes. I see Washington struggling to solve itself. Wish them well.

My rose colored glasses don’t work. My vision works just fine though. I see how to share. I attrite away from accumulation. My path is simple and much clearer. Needed the rose colored glasses though because I would have walked into things that I was not ready to really see. I see beauty differently now. Magical is actually real now….and the smoke and mirrors can go in the closet with the rose colored glasses. As for fairy tales…..the grim ones suck wind……..the magical ones have wings. I believe in fairy tales and happy endings. For everyone.