When I was little, I sang a song about the power of colors to improve the world and make it beautiful, despite those who see it in black. At that time, I had no idea what positive and negative thinking was. I only perceived things as good and bad. The colorful world was good and the black color was the enemy (it was the time of the TV series Four of Tanks and a Dog).
I think that if I had to mark individual periods of human life with colors, I would see childhood in light, light pastel colors, youth in a very colorful range, the autumn of life in gray, and old age in dark shades, even black. And here I thought of the connection of why we don’t want to grow old and want to be young. We want to be surrounded by colors that fulfill us, that warm us, that make us feel good, young, we don’t want to have a gray or black, sad and boring life.
Color wins. Maybe that’s why we dye our gray hair and don’t want to show that we’re approaching the gray period of our lives.
