Individuality is dying

Nowadays, everything feels grey. The dark gets darker, and the rest fades into the background. Some of us lose our uniqueness, blending into the crowd like worker ants in an endless anthill. Others convince themselves they’re part of something bigger, something unstoppable—and damn, they’re making things dangerously move with anger. Everything burns in red rage, while blue, once calm and steady, has sunk into passiveness. It used to mean peace. Now, it feels like it’s fading, struggling to mean what it once did.

I’m saying this as an outsider, someone who once lived where everything and everyone blended into shades of grey.

Grey is complicated. It holds everything in between—hesitation, neutrality, uncertainty. It’s not the enemy. It has depth, it has character. But when fear turns everything into the same dull tone, when the colorful ones start dimming their own light just to fit in, that’s when something truly gets lost.