Why do I feel traped?

What forces, far beyond my contorl, hinder me from looking for love? Here,I am 62 year young, and yet , old fearful ideas die slowly. Not only for others, but for myself as well. As hard as I try color is always there. I HAVE ALWAYS THOUGHT OF WOMEN AS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CREATURES IN GODS INENTORY. What differance can such a thing as skin color mean in the persuit of - love. Who made these rules, and who inforces them. My own fears must be pushed aside. This is not about changing the world, Its about changing our hearts