Rose-Colored Glasses

Today was arguably one of the best and most freeing days of my life. I've been feeling rather tuckered out lately and I wanted to just give up. This day, not even the day, an hour of the day, made me feel better than I have felt in months. It's incredibly difficult for me not to feel good or excited for a new day, so I don't always feel the "normal" amount of sadness most people feel; I get depressed. I shut down and become quiet and simple. Expressing my feelings is sort of an unknown art form that I fail to grasp. Whenever someone wants to know what is wrong, I will lie to them if it's something serious. I rarely let anyone know how I'm feeling though I've begun to speak more freely with two people. They save me and they don't even know it. They rescue me from the cage of my mind. They help me set loose my thoughts and emotions and I can't thank them enough for that. I love them. One of these people made this day the best day of my life.

That one person can never cease to make me smile. No matter the state of mind that I am in, he can make me smile effortlessly. I have no clue as to why this is. My theory is that there is a light in him that shines excessively bright that it is impossible to ignore. I suppose I contain a harmonizing light and when two shining souls meet, it's like heaven. Nothing can break our bond. He is my best friend and even though we have only known each other for a year, I feel like he has been a part of my life since the day I came in to this world. He completes me; he is the answer to my soul.

The best part is that he brings me out of me. He evokes my true spirit instead of the people-pleasing, overachieving, introverted, know-it-all who didn't know how to have fun and just live! No, that doesn't mean that we're running around town drinking and neglecting our studies, it just means that I am now the true me. I live my life for me, and I have a clearer view on … everything? Well, maybe not because I cannot think of a word for that sentence, so I obviously do not have a clearer view on vocabulary. Maybe it was ennui, but I felt restless before I met him and I just couldn't deal with the way I was living my life. I was determined to make some changes because I was exhausted of having my life planned out for me.

So today, spontaneously and only for about an hour, we acted like our innocent, pre-corrupted selves. Before all the hate and ugliness of the infected world around us seeped into our brains. We played hangman, and chased each other around with markers, and then, even more random, we played hockey with two markers as sticks and the top off of a water bottle as the puck. I'm smiling right now from the memory. I still feel the pure joy of just letting loose and not caring what was going on outside of that classroom; the calm from slight ignorance. After that excitement, we made paper airplanes and threw them at our friends, hiding behind chairs so they didn't know it was us. Yes, we acted like three-year-olds, but I would greatly prefer the joy from acting my shoe size once in a while instead of my corrupted, blind age.

And I say blind because everything is interpreted differently as experienced adults, than naïve children. Whether it be stopping to jump in a puddle or roll through the leaves, it is obvious that children view the world as a place to explore and live a life of pleasure. Kids, in my opinion, are not naïve. I believe that they have the world figured out and as we teach them everything that is wrong with the world we blind them; we destroy their refreshing outlook. The definition of naïve is "not shrewd or sophisticated, showing a lack of sophistication and subtlety or of critical judgment and analysis." Basically, they see something for what it is whereas many people interpret the world with a biased and negative view. Few people are lucky enough to see our Earth through rose-colored glasses where the natural colors that follow us pop and glisten. Especially in autumn. Although, some of the blind attempt to look through these rosy glasses, yet they all fail to see the beauty on the other side.

I used to be one of the blind before I met these two people. Today was the climax of my release from my prison. Whenever we take a step back from our so-called hectic lives and embrace the naivety we once lost, our eyes open, we're no longer blind, and those rose-colored glasses transform our souls and take us back to the vibrant days ruled by our imagination.