I say hare, you say krishna.

This past Saturday I participated in the Festival of Colors up at the Hare Krishna temple. It is a big chalk throwing even and by the end of it, everyone is covered with every sort of bright color imaginable.. and if you can't picture what that looks like, hop on to facebook and I can guarantee you will find at least 9 photo albums that have an albumful of colorful people. But save yourself the time by only looking through one album, because trust me- they all look the same. Everyone is covered in colored chalk and you can hardly recognize the people anyways.


Now I am well aware that this idea was not "original" or "different" as there were thousands of people there. As much as we all sometimes want to be authentic and "colorful" (pun intended) in happy valley, there's a good chance a lot of other people are thinking the same thing. None of us were original, but who cares if were not? What's so wrong about being the same sometimes? we can all throw chalk and have fun doing it. we all can't breathe or see when chalk is thrown at our face. we all need friends to throw chalk at. we all laugh at each other when our boogers turn purple because of chalk. we all have things that makes us the same. So while we all have our quirks and some of us might prefer to throw yellow chalk and others may choose red, we're all throwing it into the same atmosphere. So let's delight in all the colors but not be reluctant when we're aiming for the same sky. Just as Mother Theresa said, "When we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other." Let's not forget that we belong to each other, especially when throwing chalk.

p.s. the chalk turned my hair pink. I've already tried washing it like 10 times.