We live in a world fabricated with colors. Each string of color represents the fundamentals of life.
We have the white. The innocence we are born with that grows old and yellow as the days pass. We all maintain a certain degree of purity until we learn how to manipulate the world.
Blue is the calm. The calm we feel at the end of a long day, before we enter the realm of sleep. Or the calm we feel laying in the arms of our lovers. The calm before the storm, when we finally accept that we can’t stop the unstoppable. The calm in the absolute certainty that the sun will come up tomorrow and it’ll be the start of yet another day.
Nature is the green on the spectrum. We maintain it, love it, and yet we destroy it everyday because we love ourselves more. The naturists exist, and the minimalists, and the vegans, and so on. But this world is built on the price of nature, and we never lose sleep over it.
Violet. A strong color. To represent our passions. Things we feel strongly about. The addiction to adventure that some of us strive of off. The satisfaction we get from aspiring after what we like: Art, books, music, the things we find beauty in. Some of us have passions that are extraordinary, studying astrology because some are fascinated by the unknown. Becoming successful billionaires because some have great minds. This all stems from passion. Those people, I call violet.
Yellow for the bright. The shining among us, the ones that are easy to be loved. The uncomplicated, the naive, the ones that turn a blind eye to the universe’s deep, dark corners. The ones that live ignorant are the ones in bliss.
Gray is for the lost. Who can’t find their purpose and stay wanderers. They never settle, are never satisfied, always restless. Happiness comes to them in fleeting moments that they turn away from. They choose to find themselves in the wrongs, then later ask for forgiveness. They live in the gray shades of the world, never white and innocent, not always black and guilty.
Black is for the tortured. They do wrong by the world because the world did wrong by them. We enjoy them because it’s easy for us to blame others for our faults. But every black soul is born white.
Red. Red. Red is intensity. The intensity we feel when we fall down and hurt ourselves. Red is for pain. Red is for madness. Red is for sadness. Red is for happiness. Red is for love. The most basic human emotion. Our secret desires and dark fantasies, red. A heartbreak. A new love. A mother and her daughter. Family. True friendship. Red.
We would like to believe that people can be categorized into one color. It would be easier. Simple. But we are the greatest beings on Earth because we are a wide spectrum of colors. In fact, each one of us is a beautiful, unique combination of shades of the colors. Remember that.