Not really sure what to say today. Just gonna let the thoughts flow.

Monday blues. And speaking of colors, perhaps something new that you might want to know is that I'm color blind. Less a shortcoming than an excuse for petty issues--a cheap trick to get your Chemistry teacher to become your personal lab assistant during a titration exercise (or even test); a sly scheme to garner yourself the interest of the general assembly who perceive color blindness as a life-threatening ailment; maybe even a sheepish remark to avoid confessing that you forgot what she wore yesterday.

What may first come across as an impediment may very well be the leverage that elevates you above all else. To every diagnosis, big scientific words or even the simple condescending nuance behind the word "blind" can stir mixed feelings about such conditions. But truly, I think it's these special conditions that define who we are. This is not cruel irony or black comedy against terminally-ill patient. This is a life lesson that we all can share.

Because some days, I truly wish I were color blind.

That I may have the fortunes and bliss of forgoing the blues behind each Monday, the crimson red behind every seething rage or cold-shed blood, the brown and dark shade behind every shadow of discrimination.

Blinded by the invisible streaks of satisfaction and gratitude. The purest of emotions that complete our understanding of humanity and humaneness.

Dreams will be dreams.