"There is one thing I don't get," I said.
"What's that?"
"How come if your favoirte color is blue, you painted your house so pink?"
She laughed. "That was May's doing. She was with me the day I went to the paint store to pick out the color. I had a nice tan color in mind, but May latched on to the sample called Caribbean Pink. She said it make her feel like dancing a Spanish flamenco. I thought, 'Well, this is the tackiest color I've ever seen, and we'll have half the town talking about us, but if it can lift May's heart like that, I guess she ought to live inside it.'"
"All this time I figure you liked pink, " I said.
She laughed again. " You know, some things don't matter that much, Lily. Like the color of a house. How big is that in the overall scheme of life? But lifting a person's heart — now, that matters. The whole problem with people is—"
"They don't know what matters and what doesn't," I said, filling in her sentence and feeling proud of myself for doing so.
"I was gonna say, The problem is they know what matters, but they don't choose it. You know how hard that is, Lily? I love May, but it was still so hard to choose Caribbean Pink. The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters."
- The Secret Life of Bees
3 comments:
LOVED that book!
What a great little section of it to share.
How did things go in FL?
HUGS!
Poo
What really matters is that emotional connection with friends and family that will fill your soul with a sense of purpose! Listen and hug hard. It is within you.
perfect.
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