Just something to think about.

"Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon.
A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination." I think that's what's wrong with the world. No one says what they feel, they always hold it inside. They're sad, but they don't cry. They're happy, but they don't smile. They're angry, but they don't scream. They're afraid of what people will say. They're afraid what people will think. They lie, just to make others happy. So, everyone walks around with their heads down and no one sees how breath-taking and gorgeous the sky really is.