As I age there are many who I love that are leaving this plain of existence, so my tears write these words as I express my pain on this page. As my hair begins to gray, death seems to be letting me know that our time together will soon be at hand. As I think of my impending death my thoughts are in a state of regret, for I spent much of my life entertaining man made issues of this world, such as bigotry, unfairness, despair, and hopelessness. I was not born color blind, but I feel as if I missed the beautiful spectrum of colors that this world has to offer, for I was only shown black and white. At fifty-one years of age I am not concerned about the world and its illnesses, for these days were foretold. What concerns me most, is my mental, physical, and spiritual well being, for my meeting with death quickly approaches. Do not spend your life hating others, for it is a waste of precious time that you will never get back. During my maturation process I have learned not to care what color you are, where you are from, or how much money you have, for we were all born different. Should I not like my father, for he is of a darker persuasion? Should I not like my brother, for he was born elsewhere? Should I not like my sister, for she has more money than I? There is a uniqueness that comes with being different, such as the beautiful color spectrum that exist in the world, if we “CHOOSE” to admire. As this day comes to a close I would like to thank the Lord for opening my eyes to the beauty that comes with my awakening, for I now see the colorful spectrum that the world emits, and it is truly more than black and white.