The funny thing about rose-tinted glasses is that we love them. We love to see the world from our naive perspectives. Whatever makes us happy, whatever makes us smile, laugh, feel safe, feel loved.
Once we settle in, we love staying put. If something unpalatable pops up, we close our eyes to it, bury it. When we cannot, we make excuses and tell ourselves it's there for a good reason. Once in a while the thing that pops up topples us over from our ivory towers and we look up, dazed, confused, but determined to climb back up. We do it. Then again. Then a third time, a fourth time, a fifth time, an nth time.
Moving on is not something we all like to do, but there comes a time when there's no better option. All the different ways of staying out and still being happy are tried out, but once those rose-tinted glasses come off, there's no putting them back on. Sometimes rose-tinted glasses are all we have, and that, my friend, is the time they must come off. Stomp them to the ground, crush them, grind them up and fling their splinters to the fickle wind. And turn your back lest they fly back.
Let them know it's the last time they blinded you.
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