If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. Or am I thinking of “You can’t please everyone, so please yourself?” “Those who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones?” (I know that last one isn’t right, but I’d like to take a moment to say I don’t care for that phrase. Who do you know living in a glass house? If I lived in a glass house, I definitely would not allow rocks inside. Or out. In fact, I think most everything in and around a glass home should be squishy or fluffy. Safety reasons.)
I’d like to believe most people are inherently good, and that they live their life with the hopes of making others happy. Many are quick to bend – change plans, edit opinions – in order to please someone else. But I think its imperative to remember who you are, deep in your core, and to be unwilling to sacrifice that. Don’t lose sight of what matters most to you, because someone else’s vision is clouding it. Or worse – because someone demands it of you.
There are some people in this world who simply want a black, when all you have to offer is white. And then, when you find your 64 box of Crayolas (all of them in their original order, obviously), and graciously offer your black, that’s not good enough either. (Excuse the weird, almost confusing crayon reference. I was coloring over the weekend, and forgot how awesome that can be.)
Maybe you shouldn’t offer anyone your black crayon. Maybe to borrow, but definitely not for keeps. Black is a pretty essential part to any crayon masterpiece. It is typically the base, the outline, of which all of the other colors work around. And you definitely shouldn’t offer your black to someone who takes it, breaks it in half and then throws it back at you, because they didn’t even want it in the first place. And also, they don’t say thank you. Some people just believe they were entitled to that all along.
It is hard to accept when you can’t make someone happy. Its even harder to accept letting go. But you’ve got all of these crayons, in so many different colors. Share them with someone who appreciates them (and, hopefully, returns them to their rightful place in the box).