When I was little I would wake up too early and put goggles on and go skiing all day. When I would get home, I'd take the goggles off and be amazed at how blue the world seemed. The orange tint of the goggles had protected my vision. I wouldn't notice it in my eyes until I took the goggles off.
Good times are like the orange in your eyes. Good times grow slowly, have been there so long you forget you have them.
Hard times happen like fireworks. Good times happen like ivy creeping up a wall.
Notice the good times when the orange is still on your eyes, not when the goggles are ripped off and the piercing blue is all you can see.
