I am almost always surrounded by beautiful things. At home where I keep the things that I love. In my car where I see the rolling hills, deer, and bare trees of my county. Even at work where the packages are bright and varied, even if a bit garish. Everywhere I look almost everything is designed to appeal to my eye. It’s always been that way.
I can’t remember a time when everything I saw wasn’t designed to please me, get my attention, or make me look good. I live in a bright world. I can’t imagine the darkness that they say I came from.
They say I was saved from a place where there would be no color, a place where everything I saw wouldn’t please me. That if left there, I would not to this day live in a bright world. Everything would be dark and dull.
I think they are wrong.
The colors and shapes are mine. I see them. Nobody taught me to see them. I know for a fact that I was not taught to see them because the ones that took me cannot see them as I do. I know things would be bright where ever I came from.
I am what I am. I see things as I see them. I was simply shown different things, my perception is the same. I am not changed, just put in another place.
So maybe it wasn’t really about me.