The Allegory of Gray

There once was a color. A dull shade of gray. Gray was surrounded by complimentary colors. Intriguing colors full of movement and noise. These colors made Gray look beautiful and appealing. These colors became the depth Gray relied on to be seen.

On day, all those colors left Gray. Gray was a lone color on a white canvas. All Gray could see was gray.

For a time Gray was flat, motionless, unassuming and unexpecting of any attention due to the dullness of her hue. After being surrounded by so many bright colors, all Gray could focus on was the singleness of gray.

Days went by and Gray got tired of focusing on being alone and gray. Gray filled her time with meaningless things to stop thinking about the colors that left her behind.

Gray came to a point where she could not remember the hues of those colors that once surrounded her. Gray looked around the world to find those once complimenting colors. Gray searched long and hard to no avail. Gray could not find the fancy, bright colors she thought once gave her a sense of being and depth.

In a moment of clarity, Gray thought, "Maybe there is more to Gray than gray."

Gray looked deep within her hue and at first just saw that same modest gray.

But Gray kept looking. Gray dismissed the thoughts that spoke of dullness, rejection and reticence.

Gray began to see colors. She saw blues, greens, reds and violets of all different shades peeking out through the gray. The colors were beautiful and worked together the create a something deep and meaningful.

As Gray searched and studied, she remembered the colors hidden in the gray. They were not the ostentacious colors that had once surrounded her. They were the colors she was searching for. They were the colors of her childhood. They were the colors that came from within to make Gray, gray.

Gray found wisdom and peace when she saw the depth and beauty of her own hue.

Today Gray fills the canvas with the diversity of her own color and is content being just Gray.