La Vie en Rose
Some people say that the only time you have 20/20 vision
is when you look into the past
That it's only possible to at last realize your mistakes
after you've brought them into being
Never seeing in the moment the cliff you just dove off
I don't agree
I think that it's through rose-tinted glasses that we see,
that all our triumphs and our follies are only revealed
when filtered through that pale shade of pink,
our past and pain laid bare as if by magic.
We see only what we want,
willful ignorance cloaked around us to mould our world
into what we fantasize is real.
In a way, it means that reality is a fable,
a trite tale that changes with the reader
History is written by the vocal leader
and our story changes depending on
our need for noble deeds or cautionary tales
History makes damsels in distress, fair maidens
and writes true love's success or failure.
You can look and see only good and virtue when truth is,
you're blind to all the things that hurt you at the time,
the red flags, deal breakers and hard limits that were broken,
and the soft spoken words of love and comfort get smothered
under memories of hard words and hurtful actions
Does history deserve a second chance?
Sometimes the answer is writ in flashing 100-foot high letters,
but more often there is no answer, no one word to summarize
all the conflicting tales of times gone by.
There is no history, time is an illusion,
and there's punishment for looking back too much.
But, I've heard that rose-tinted glasses will halt
the agonizing obsession with the past
before it has time to turn you into a salty monument
commemorating your refusal to live now.