The Kaleidoscope


kaledoscope

 

When I was a child I was fascinated with kaleidoscopes. I could turn the cylinder and watch the patterns change for a long time. I happened along my daughter’s kaleidoscope the other day. I picked it up, held it up to the light, and studied the identical images. Even when I turned the cylinder, the images changed, but they were still the same.

People are like kaleidoscopes.  They want to look or act like others, even letting strangers dictate their choices. The options may be full of color, and change frequently, but the choices are not their own. An uninspired reality emerges. Dreams, imagination and distinctiveness are replaced by the mesmerizing pattern of the kaleidoscope.

It’s interesting that if you open up a kaleidoscope, the colored beads are all different shapes and sizes. The patterns and images created by the mirrors in the kaleidoscope are just an illusion.

Advertisements

One thought on “The Kaleidoscope

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s