Peering through rose colored glasses.

Over time,the glasses before our mind became rose colored. Here's the story of how it came to happen.

As we stepped into life's dim and bright alleys on our unsteady feet,we longed for great many things, we sought thrill, we wanted to unravel mysteries,to explore the limitless possibilities the world offered, above all we wanted to love and be loved with no restraints for wasn't that the biggest adventure of all ...

We were growing up and we saw a great many things,some dull,some bright,some dark and some disturbing cruelty,some moving stories of compassion and some rich laughter..

However as time passed, we tasted the sweetness and bitterness that was life, we grew frustrated..there seemed endless pain in our path and there seemed to be more bitterness than sweetness.

It seemed that we would never get what we desired so much... We decided to accept this fate by telling ourselves that this was probably a good thing,We wanted permanence,an end to these obscure unpredictable days.We felt too fragile for adventure. Stability and comfort felt more desirable than the excitement of walking the edge of a precipice. Now we had stability and a certain control over our own destiny,this delicate balance would be preserved only if things continued just the way they were.Who wanted the excitement and turmoil of boundless emotions anyway? We had enough of that sort of a thing. We could take what life gave us and be contented with it.You would not find us planning glorious tales of adventure anymore or jumping to touch the rainbow as were our foolish dreams once.

In this way, through the years, we achieved a state of stability.We felt contented in security.We felt confident in the knowledge that came from our multitude of experiences. We became comfortable with our ideas and instincts about the world as everything happened exactly as we supposed it would. Experiences gave us glasses which not only protected us but also gave us a sharper world view. As we grew more and more comfortable with our loneliness,there was nothing unforeseeable or unpredictable anymore. We painted our glasses rose red as nothing out of the ordinary could happen to us. We held the strings to our own future.

The only thing was that the world wasn't pink though it seemed to be that to us. It was changing even as we had stopped changing.

We stood at the side of the pink sea.The waves suddenly leapt in the air in a way they weren't supposed to and tossed to us in a flash of crimson,a key. Our heart pounded when we realized that we could have what we had always longed for at a time when we had stopped longing for it. The rose colored glasses didn't allow us to see that there was anything different in our hands. Nothing was worth the effort of travelling that painful path again.If it was ours,it would come to us on its own. Hadn't our experiences taught us what came of jumping into things headlong and letting go of ourselves? We would not chase butterflies again even if they promised to lead us to the end of the rainbow. We would not regret this. Or would we?