I had color in my life. I met a girl in hs. Ok, she wasn't the best person, but she was cute. I'd have school breaks for thanksgiving and christmas, and all I wanted was to be back in math class to see her. I had a decent upbringing, and my family would cook dinner for thanksgiving and bake cookies for christmas. I played basketball. Not on the high school team. I wasn't a good player. But on the community league. I'd score a basket or two each game. I grew up. I went to college. I got a degree and did well in school. I got a job out of college with a decent salary. I should eventually be making good money. I like what I do. But I don't care about money. I forget the last time I picked up a basketball. I got sick with an autoimmune disease. I don't see that girl anymore. My family doesn't bake anymore for the holidays. I have no color in my life.