The Many Shades of the Color Me

I am the color blue. Every shade of blue has its own interpretation, conveys different feelings unto the beholder. Sometimes, blue can be thick and dark, wrapped up, almost buried in its own thoughts. Its exterior reveals nothing about it more than the dark blue wants to; only reveals that the blue is deep in thought. It almost projects a sort of shield to prevent curious onlookers from piercing its shell, from sifting through its thoughts and feelings.

At other times, blue is light, both in hue as well as in soul. Blue is lighthearted, joyful and enjoying the more humorous extremes of life. This shade of blue does not necessarily project each of its observations to the scrutinizing light of reason; rather it sees all things through its own filter, one of mirth and laughter and sensing the more ridiculous side of all things in life. This blue can spot the absurd in any situation, even when it is not there, and counters unfamiliar things with laughter.

And sometimes, blue is dark and brooding. It sees everything through a pessimistic point of view. It sees only the flaws and hypocrisy in people. It is so blinded by the pessimism it cannot see the march of progress, only the winds of conflict slowing it. It cannot see the better good in people, or a greater power whose intentions are good. Through a lens of this shade of blue, everything seems heavy and dark, there are no good people and it is easier to close your eyes, then watch the dark reality.