Rose Coloured Glasses

If you’ve been through life, even for a short period of time, you’ve experienced.

You’ve experienced life, through some ups and downs, through some loses and wins, through sunny days and cloudy ones, and certainly some « fuck’d’ » up shit. 

If’ve you’ve been lucky enough to get through your childhood, and experience life without the rose coloured glasses of your youthfully eyes, you know that life comes in different shades, as different time of your life.

Today, I’d like to talk to you about the different shades of glasses I’ve been through. First, however, let’s start by putting on our youthfully rose coloured glasses.

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Imagine yourself. Close your eyes, and get back to you foundness childhood memories.

For me, it takes me back to the Christmas parties at my maternal grand mother’s house.

The smell of meat pies, mashed potatoes, Ma tante Mariette’s spray net, Mon oncle Claude’s huge and warm laugh, my mom’s uncontrollable and loud laughter, Mèmère’s chirps at every body, especially to Mon oncle Fernand and Jean-Luc, as they were doing the dishes the wrong way or making to much noise.

I remember this feeling of warmth and joy, as the guitars were pulling out, and the house got filled with cigarette smokes, and Mon Oncle Roland took out his « gimbarde », and still managed to play it so well, even though he has a huge chunk of gum in his mouth.

The kids and the not so young kids were hanging in the carpeted living room, sitting on the corduroy sofa’s, as we marvelled at the adults and thinking there were living the life. Through our youghtful eyes, it was perfect this life. It was without worries, withour judgement. Just pure fun and laughter and love. Full of music, jokes, beers and tons of food.

Rose coloured glasses.

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Take off your rose coloured glasses.

Now close your eyes, and try to remember when you took them off for the first time.

When did you realized, somewhere out of childhood, that life was not viewed or experienced through rose coloured glasses.

For me, I think it was when my sister was 3 years old, and I had to stay at my aunt since my parents had to go to Halifax YWK hospital to get open heart surgery. I didn’t fully understand back then, but I knew that life was not always pure fun, laughter and love. 

Life was already back then for me, one of survival, independance, worries, and insecurities.

It’s crazy how such an experience, at such a young age, 8 years old, will trace within your brain, a path that will serve you for the rest of your life. A path that you will use often, because instead of rose coloured glasses, you need to put on your safety glasses. 

See your body and your brain are magical. They are there to protect you against external and internal dangers, but sometimes, it’s trying to protect you against yourself and that is were things can go side ways.

When we start protecting against our own self and our own fears and worries, and it becomes a daily « chore », it then becomes dangerous to our brain and physical health.

You are not wearing the safety glasses anymore. You are wearing those Dark shades, who are stopping any great light to come in. It tints your existance, and will drag you down to the bottom of the abis.

Yes sometimes you need to be in survival mode. No you can’t be wearing those Dark shades all the time. You need to take them off. It will take concious efforts, and a lot of looks within yourself.



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Life is made of many ups and down. Wins and loses. Sunny and cloudy days. The « fuck’d » up storms and hurricanes, that will throw you on your ass multiple times through your journey of life.


The reminder is, make sure you carry with you, a pair of safety glasses, a pair of vision glasses, a pair of sunny day glasses, and a pair of rose coloured glasses.


Leave the dark shades at home. Leave the blinds open to your heart, soul, mind, body and spiritual self. 


Sometimes you need to put on the rose coloured glasses, to help yourself see a different view of the world, of your life, of your heart, of your soul. 




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