Colours of Life

I often wondered what was so special about everyone as a child..what was it that made everyone so innocent, pure and fun?

I seemed to have cracked the question. It was because we saw the world as white and black, good and bad, right and wrong. There was no other colour to misguide us.

 

As we grow old, we no doubt have better colours but we have probably lost the ability to divide things as black or white. We have created a grey area in between that is full of colours, yet devoid of true colours.

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