As a teenager, I longed to paint my bedroom walls black. After months of pleading, my parents and I reached a compromise: a single wall covered in matt wallpaper reminiscent of a blackboard. It might as well have been chalked with “Be careful what you wish for”. Once the novelty had worn off, I hated it. Yet, it proved a valuable lesson in the difference between liking the look of a colour and how it feels to live with it.
在我十幾歲的時候，我曾經渴望把我的臥室牆壁刷成黑色。經過幾個月的懇求，我和父母最終達成了妥協：只有一面牆壁用了類似黑板的啞光壁紙覆蓋。這面牆壁就好像被寫上了「小心你所許的願望」。新鮮感消退後，我開始討厭它。然而，這個經歷卻讓我深刻理解了喜歡一種顏色的外觀和實際生活中與之相處的感覺之間的差異。
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