le 2 decembre (a chameleon)

le 2 decembre:

- I've always thought myself to be somewhat of a chameleon, able to blend in to any environment in which I find myself.  I easily adapt to cultures and customs, like a chameleon chaning the color of its skin to blend into its surroundings.  But I now realise that I naively thought by changing the color of my skin to blend in with the grass that I was becoming the grass.  In fact, I rest  chameleon and do not become grass. 
Now that I find myself in an environment where the color of my skin automatically and instatnly define me as different, as a chameleon and not as grass, although initially disapointed and frustrated, I now embrace and celebrate that I'm a chameleon and can live in the grass without being a blad among them.  I'm a white American, and like the color white, I'm made up of many colors.