Where are the Colors?
This aphorism was written by Michaela Zee
§ Man looks at the world in black and white. He creates devices to see the world in color once again– to feel happy. The child next to him, however, is able to only see a colored world. Man envies the child; He knows he will never regain those colors.
Meta-commentary: A piece of us dies when we lose our childlike innocence. The pure joy we once contained as mere adolescents gradually drips away like water droplets–we tend to ignore this drainage, unbeknownst to its long-term effects. It then becomes difficult to differentiate genuine versus artificial happiness. Do we want to smile, or do we feel forced to smear the physicality of it across our faces? Revelations of our legitimate emotional state appear in blips; That minuscule moment or observation that makes you realize, I do not feel that; I am not happy. Humans then yearn for the emptiness to be fulfilled. We search for those “merry” alternatives to seep into our existences, but nothing ever truly matches the original source. Man, a.k.a adults, view a dark, colorless world through their eyes. What was once bright and merry as a child is now perceived as cold and mundane. The “devices” are a metaphor for the things we use or create to shield us from the truth. These devices can even concoct an artificial happiness within us by making the misery of society supposedly invisible. Regardless of our attempts, we can never truly imitate that simple feeling/essence we possessed as children. The child in my aphorism is able to naturally see the world in color; He does not need a device to do so. This makes man as a whole envious of the youth because we can never reclaim that ability– those “colors.” We now paint an exterior presence of gaiety onto ourselves rather than actually feeling it within us.