It's a typical summer afternoon in South San Francisco - foggy, cold, dreary.
I'm sitting here at work during my break, and random thoughts led to a search for a very fond memory from my stay in Paris in 2006.
One of the many special moments from that trip came from (surprise!) a television program - La Nouvelle Star. It's basically the French version of American Idol.
The star of the show that year was a young homme by the name of Christophe Willem. He was plain looking, wore geeky glasses, and didn't dress particularly fashionably. But he sang with his heart and soul, and he was beautiful. I remember very well a song he performed - True Colors.
So during my break, I searched for his performance online.
Then I relived three magical minutes from Paris.
Often I have (we all have) wanted to be more this or less that and have criticized people around me for being too this or acting too that - most of which don't actually matter very much if I think about it. Feeling Christophe perform makes all of life's little wants and desires insignificant. It reminds me to just be myself, to live, to express my soul in any and every which way I can and to see people for their true colors.
Every now and then, I'm starting to see a glimpse of my true colors shining through.
And that makes me happy.
