Daydreaming

I often dream that God has a wonderful sense of humor. Since I was a young kid I would always look up at the sky and daydream, staring, and searching for peace that never came. I did it so much that I would crash into things and even ended up with stitches from one mishap. Now I still isolate myself and ponder why am I here. What is my purpose?

I dream in colors that vividly haunt my soul with an inner urge to be great. But, at what? I smile at the Sun and embrace the rain, but I don't know why. Why? I hum when I walk and listen in silence, but why? Why are the people around me so complacent with life, yet, I search for more? Then today I listened in silence, stared at the Sun after the rain passed, looked to the sky, and saw the vivid colors of my dreams around me. He answered my question by opening my eyes: Don't dream in color, be. There was the riddle for peace solved. Be in color. Live in the moments of this beautiful spectrum and realize that you are surrounded by peace.