Madame Blueberry I Presume?

I'm blue.

Actually, I'm not blue. I'm a kind of pink color that's real fine. This is only an object lesson.

People say that when they're sad or depressed. I'm blue. I'm not sure what that means. It makes me think of Madame Blueberry from VeggieTales. (Which, if I might have the audacity to say, was much better in its early years.) "I'm so Blue-hoo-hoo Blue-hoo-hoo Blue-hoo-hoo-hooooo! I'm so blue I don't know what to do!" That's what she sings. I've certainly had moments of blue in my life. January was one big blue...and so was June-July of last year, all blue. But the nice thing about blue is that it dissipates. And then this happens...I don't know what color you would call it. Orange is the complement to blue so maybe I'm orange. It's the opposite of blue. Contentment, peace, joy: it's all orange. I wish it was green because that's my favorite color. But orange works well. And it's the color of that one fruit. You know...they call them oranges. Which was a real big breakthrough in fruit marketing. Kind of like a pop/country crossover. Fruit/color crossover. I don't know what I'm saying. But it was a hit. Orange. I'm orange.

Wouldn't it be nice to be orange forever? When I think about that question I immediately want to respond, "Oh yes, Orange would be good! Orange for the rest of my life!" But really, and this is basic, without the blue we'd never know how nice of a change orange is. If you're looking at pure orange, let's say you're standing in an orange room with orange furnishings and orange accessories, then you begin to go a little insane. It's too much orange; makes your eyes go crazy. But if there was some blue in there. Maybe a blue pillow or a blue curtain or a blue rug, then the orange gets so much better, deeper, richer.

I'm saying the same thing that other's have said before. And guess what? It's still true. Joy and Sorrow hold hands. Peace and Suffering are best friends. We really can't have one without the other.