Spreading Joy One Color At A Time

This I Believe

I believe in the pursuit of happiness and the joy of seeking what you love. I believe in finding the one thing that practically completes you, the one thing you cannot live without. I believe everyone has or will have that one thing, the thing that really makes them happy. I like to think truly happy people spread joy like a yawn. One person sees the passion and love of another and finds there own passion to share with another and another and another. It just spreads and multiplies over and over. One person’s passion and joy captured by that one thing that they are able to share with others.

My granny is an artist, more than an artist; she is a wonderful happy woman with a great powerful passion for art expressed best with a canvas and a paint brush. She has an ability to so wonderfully show her version of the world that surrounds us all, but her world is much more lovely with a beautiful flowing ness to it; and the colors, everything is just so… colorful, but then everything is as it should be. It’s practically incomprehensible. She perceives a place of great joy even through the hardest of times. She can always stay positive and not worry about the little things. She always knows life could be worse. She always knows someone whose life is a bit rougher and a bit tougher. She passed on to me the importance of happiness and joy through her paintings.

I remember the week my Mamaw died she and I wandered into the old now vacant house. My granny wanted me to have things to remember my Mamaw by and things could give my kids. As we walked into the front room I noticed some paintings and wall hangings I had never seen before. They were so intriguing. I asked my granny about them and she told me she used to paint for her mother. I couldn’t believe it. How come no one ever told me? As we looked through the piles and piles of masterpieces she told me she would paint just for fun way back when and Mamaw would always stare at them for hours on end, but my granny never liked to give any of them up so they all sat in her closet for no one to see. Then one day she finally decided there was no use in keeping them all to her self and her mother’s vision was fading and she wanted her to see them before it was too late; so later that week she hung them up all over Mamaw’s house. She said it was the best thing she ever did. Her mom was so happy; she didn’t even need the TV anymore. I don’t think that TVs been turned on in years actually.

Not only did those paintings improve my granny’s life they gave joy to my Mamaw now I get to enjoy them every single day. I also got my granny’s talent to add to my collection of colorful creations. Passion and happiness and joy are the most wonderful things to encounter; they are like a tree always branching off, improving another person’s life. I believe in happiness and spreading the joy one color at a time.