Life and Rubik’s Cubes *Grey Voice-Over*

Posted on September 13, 2010


I’m always fascinated by voice-overs in TV shows. I love them. Powerful words that speak with no one’s mouth moving. A message spoken while all we see is silent, meaningful scenes flash across a screen.

Trust me, I could go on if you’d like. Grey’s Anatomy is a master show for using this in each episode. If I ever got to do a Meredith Grey voice-over, I think this is what I would say:

We do things because they make us feel better. Deep down, I think that’s what we long for most. Something to take all the pain away. So when we get to this point where everything just seems so impossible, and all we want to do is give up, we try to think of the one person or the one thing that will make us feel better, that will give us hope that we can wake up the next day and be happy that it is tomorrow and no longer today.

But that’s the thing about these things, these people. They’re like drugs to us. We call them and hug them and watch them and love them, but they don’t always return the mutual feeling. We have a pile of them in our closets, in the back of our photo albums, hidden beneath. But no matter how often or how much we uncover them and beg them to give us justice, in the end . . . we still feel empty inside, and wonder how in the hell we got to this low of a state in the first place.

So we pick ourselves up. We smile when the cameras are flashing and tell people we’re doing great when we’re really not. And behind our closed office doors and underneath our bed sheets, we feel more alone and scared than ever. We wait for heroes to unlock all the mysteries and break through all the walls we hide behind, hoping that they will save us from this pain. But the longer we wait, the more we realize that no hero is coming to save us. No shiny armor-wearing savior is on the way to rescue us from this pit we dug ourselves in.

It’s like a Rubik’s cube. And although it’s not quite a circle that keeps turning, this cube never stops trying to match all the colors of all the squares of the complicated mess that we left.

We’re convinced we’re no match for the cube.

But it’s silly. Because we created the cube, and although we may realize it only subconsciously, deep within ourselves we know that we’re the only heroes who can solve the mystery. We’re the only ones who can choose to stand up and realize that standing up itself is a victory. And that continuing day by day does not have to be another color to match up against another, but just a slight turn. A slight movement in the right direction. Remembering that we’re not supposed to get all the colors of all the squares matched up right away, but realizing that it’s a process—a lifelong process. That we can’t skip ahead, but must seek contentment in knowing that while we’re responsible for the mess, that something or Someone is greater than the mess we created. And with His help, and with His strength, and with a swift kick to the right ankle, we remember that our lives are colorful Rubik’s cubes.

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