I was given this quote to prompt me to think:
“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"” -- John Mayer
Here's my take on it. I disagree that most people are like the 8 color boxes. I think that most people are more like the 128 color, giant boxes. We've all got a bazillion vibrant colors at our disposal, but some people are just better at stretching and using the odd colors ... or repairing crayons when they get broken ... or not being afraid to lend out our crayons to others. For that matter, what's wrong with being an 8 color box, if you're really REALLY good at it? Life's all about differences -- embrace them!