There is a little story about a boy who wished that he could see colors. He loved painting and always enjoyed painting from his heart. But something wasn’t quite right. He was born with a limited ability to see black and white images.
So one day as he was painting outdoors, an old man who also was an artist painting the same scene, decided to give the boy one of his paintbrushes. The little boy was puzzled, didn’t know why the old artist gave him a paintbrush. The boy already had many paintbrushes. So the little boy dipped his new paintbrush into the color paints and painted on his canvas.
Suddenly, the boy could see a few strokes in color. The boy painted more, first the sky, then the sun, then the foreground where the trees were sparkling a few more breaths of the last light of day. Everything the boy was painting, now the boy could see in color. He had no idea why he could see color. Was the old artist some kind of magician? Or a superhero? This boy has never seen the colorful paintings he has been painting for years until now.
Then he suddenly realized why he could see color. The universe might have granted his wish? Maybe someone believed in him enough that it manifested at the right time? What the boy saw was amazing and could finally understand why he’s been painting all these years despite his inability to paint with beautiful colors. You see, his colors were not so bright, not so clear before. But someone activated the boy’s belief in himself. The boy tried for years to paint from his heart, his eyes, his hands to the canvas, but it never turned out as well as he wanted.
His perception changed, and so his world as well. He will never forget how to paint his colorful paintings again. And he finally learned to see…again.