If you've seen the movie
Pleasantville, then you'll know where I'm going with this analogy. For those of you who don't know, I think you'll get it anyway. Okay so,
Pleasantville is a town that was completely black and white, with people who act boring, strict, uptight, predictable, etc. It wasn't until someone from that town found out about color. Basically about what it was like to actually live life. So, this person went and was able to spread this color around, and for those people who were still black and white, it shook them up. This was because it was so hard for them to get out of that black and white state of mind, but when they finally did get out of that mindset, they had a whole new outlook on life.
For me, this is what it's like when it comes to having an issue with trust. I've been so used to seeing life as black and white, so used to seeing one thing, because I've been hurt and I think it left this film over my heart. This kind of thin, unnoticeable layer, that I didn't realize I had until someone tried knocking on that door. That splash of color, that new opportunity, shook me up. I was ready to run, and guess what? I did.
You see, I don't think the test of whether you're truly healed is when you've been feeling okay. It's not how long you've went without crying. I think it's how you respond when you get another knock on your heart.
Until next time.
