Permission.

You have to admit, it's a little strange when we can start to warn ourselves that we may be wearing rose colored glasses. Everything seems to become more factual as we mature, right? More black and white. Things become more manageable and clear. Well, at least I think we hope they do. It's hard to strip an active imagination from what is really in front of us instead of seeing what we wish they could be. It takes work to pay attention to every detail and be truthful all of the time. Especially since our "truths" can vary drastically and oftentimes they can hurt. I wonder if we risk loosing a certain allure about life if we are too focused on having answers to our experiences. Sometimes we can create such a structured formula to protect ourselves from the unknown. Yet, isn't the magic dancing in the unknown? In any case, our observations tell us a lot about who we are.

Well...

When you take a good look at this picture, what is your eye drawn to? The relaxed majestic jaw structure? The soft slope of the bridge leading to the nose tip? The charming crooked smile that presents a humble mouth and teeth that are happy to say hello? Maybe it's the sculpted lines of the ear that offer sound...or how about the overall feeling of the image? Or maybe, just maybe, your eye is drawn to the rose colored glasses and the story they reveal...