[ WP ] A character who only sees in black and white suddenly encounters someone in color , but do n't make it a love story .

We considered it a culture. Those of us born without cones had to stick together. They called it the *I Love Lucy* syndrome after the supposedly black and white TV show. I say supposedly because I had never seen different. 
 
 From the moment we ’ re born we immediately start making sense of the world around us, even if memory doesn ’ t serve as testament. For most people, regardless of memory, their first experiences of life occurred in color. For us, it has always been black and white. People have told me my whole life that I ’ ve been missing out on the beauty of a sunset. They ’ ve told me I ’ ll never appreciate a flower until I have seen it as it truly should be. 
 
 This to me has always sounded ridiculous. How else could something possibly be than how I am currently experiencing it? Is n't the true state of the world a subjective experience? It always seemed silly to me that people told me that I was missing out on the true splendor and beauty of the world simply because I could not see these supposed colors. 
 
 Like I said though, we stuck together, we fought the norm. The truly colorblind of the world found meaning in each other. We found meaning in other types of beauty. In music, in the kindness of others, in the power of words. An objective definition of beauty is reliant on a subjective definition. So what then truly makes something beautiful? 
 
 But now here we are. Stem cell research has allowed for even the most colorblind of the colorblind capable of full-fledged sight in color. I was one of the first to get the surgery. You know what I did? The first thing I did was take a hike and watch the sunset. I picked some flowers and smelled the familiar scent. Hell, I even took a trip to the Louvre. 
 
 There has been some resentment from the fully colorblind community towards those getting the surgery. I try to ignore it, but I also tend to ignore those demanding I admit I am better off. Is the world more beautiful than it was before? Are people more vibrant and caring than they used to be? 
 
 These are questions I can ’ t answer. When your entire life is defined on a certain basis, it ’ s hard to suddenly shift. Do I like watching sunsets more now? Sure. Do they make me happier? Not necessarily. People tend to disregard the capability for finding true meaning in a place that seems distant from them. 

