When my colors shift.

When My Colors Changed


For a while, I found myself wishing my colors would change.


Day after day, the same tones stayed with me, and even though they were beautiful, I began to feel tired of seeing the same thing over and over again. I kept hoping my other colors would get a chance to speak.


So instead of fighting what I was experiencing, I tried something different.


I relaxed.


I let my mind become calm. I breathed. And I began to gently imagine other colors — not forcing them, not demanding them — just inviting them.


And then something beautiful happened.


As I slept, my inner world opened into a peaceful nighttime sky. There was a soft green glow, like a gentle moon lighting up the darkness. Around it were tiny sparkling yellow stars, shining quietly and calmly.


Then the scene began to change.


The green night slowly transformed into a warm evening sky — deep orange with hints of brown. Above it was a darker orange-brown sky, rich and calm, like the end of a peaceful day. Golden and orange floaters drifted by, moving softly and gently, like light floating through the air.


When I woke up, that warmth stayed with me.


Now my world is filled with a deep orange mixed with a little brown — calm, steady, and comforting.


This experience reminded me of something important:


Sometimes, when we stop fighting our experiences and instead relax, breathe, and allow things to flow, our minds and bodies respond in ways we didn’t expect.


My sensory world may be different, and my vision may come from within rather than from my eyes. But it is still alive. It still changes. It still creates beauty.


And today, I’m grateful.


Grateful for the change.  

Grateful for the warmth.  

Grateful for the reminder that even inside the darkness, my world is still full of color, light, and peaceful moments.







 

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