My Original Works

Black and White

Black and white.

The color scheme that has earned its fame.

Zebras, newspapers, old television shows, you name it. Seeing things in a simple way always brought me peace, perhaps because it was the only way I could see things.

All my life has been spent in this world of simplistic color, confused when things such as "Yellow", "Red", or "Green" had been brought up in a conversation. I was never truly introduced to such colors as I was incapable of seeing them, but, to be fair, not many could.

It's a myth, you see.

They say that every person is born with the monochrome sight and that the moment you accomplish something, undetermined by those before us, you gain the right to see the world in varying shades. I grew jealous easily when others around me happily proclaimed their new sight to those around them, upset that I wasn't worthy of such a sight myself.

Why could I not see the colors?

I want to see the colors too.

"I had just come to terms with my sight when all of a sudden, I could see the colors!" A passerby exclaimed. "I didn't expect it to happen after all; it's a mystery!"

Why could they see the colors?

I pondered over a mug of black coffee in my study late into the night, the bright white lamplight stinging my eyes at such a time. It was soothing to see the contrast between the bright and the dark, and soon I began to smile.

Maybe I'm not so bad after all?

Something unexpected happened; something that I wasn't aware of until I moved my gaze from my light to the room around me.

What are these colors?

They were all so unfamiliar to me; I had no idea what they were but I was overjoyed to see them.

I had solved the myth.

You had to come to terms with being yourself and loving who you are.

Which many seemed unable to do.