We are afraid of bright colors. We call our everyday chores gray, and our life black and white, we don't see any sence in undertints, hence we intentionally avoid bright colors.

After being born, we naturally feel all the variety of colors of surrounding world. Our parents dress us in colorful clothes, thus giving us a hint that the universe is full of colors, joy and love. We often apprehend gray suits of the adults as one of the tints of colorful reality. We do not notice though, that the reality becomes gray as well. As we grow up, we convince ourselves that in our gray life the only possible colors are black and white, where black is always associated with something bad and white with good.

Childhood — we sincerely believe that our world is colorful. We wear blue bonnets, yellow crawlers, red boots.

Youth — last time we rebel grayness, simultaneously trying on grey suit, as an attribute of adult life.

Maturity — at last, we accept universal and cheerless set: black suit, white shirt, black shoes. Bright toys were substituted for modern devices and gadgets. At night we hypocritically tell our kids stories about colorful life.

Old age — the last try to bring colors back to life turns into painful blush.