i believe that if you think you can, you can. we will all prevail. eventually.
“I never understood what ‘color’ was. I had heard of it, but no one could explain it to me. Words like ‘purple,’ ‘yellow,’ ‘silver,’ and ‘maroon’ held no meaning for me. Some people tried to describe them.
“You see this flower here?”
“Yeah?” I said.
“This one is light pink.”
“What do you mean, pink?” I asked, confused.
“You know, like red mixed with white?”
“What mixed with what?”
After a while, people stopped bothering. I could hear them mutter, I could feel them stare. I didn’t care. Whatever. But one day, it happened. I couldn’t explain it. I was watching a fallen maple leaf leaf spin and twirl across the surface of a lake, and it, well I dunno, changed. It flickered strangely. I didn’t understand, because I didn’t know what color was. It kept flickering, and everytime it did, it seemed brighter. Finally, someone explained to me. What I was seeing was color. It was called orange. Apparently, the maple trees not only shed their leaves in the fall, but they change color, too. My world changed completely that day. After that, I could see all the colors. I don’t know why I couldn’t before (in fact, I later found out that all I could see was shades of black, white, and grey), and I don’t know why I can now. But I think that, because I didn’t have them before, that makes them all the more precious to me.”
