
I always wondered what color I would be if I could only choose one.
Would I be a hue of yellow due to my sunshine attitude, a shade of blue because that is my favorite?
Would I be red because of my passion or green to symbolize my growth?
Would I be black to show the dark, endless nights I spent alone or white to show who's I am?
How are there so many choices?
So many that feel right and so many that feel wrong.
I am not gray as the clouds on a stormy day because eventually, those storms pass.
I am not purple as royalty because I’m too insecure to believe that, nor am I orange, the orange of flavor, the orange of new and exciting.
I am too mundane for that.
I am not the absence of color.
I shine too much for that.
Am I a new color?
A shade that blends them all?
Something with depth?
Am I a color that is seen better with time?
A silvery blue color that deepens into purple.
One that has hints of green or Yellow and a clue of orange.
Does it take time to see me?
Am I a changing color, one moment this, then the next that?
As bipolar as a color could be.
Am I a shy color or a bright radiantly bold color?
As I take the time to think it over I realize… I am none. And I am all.
I am more and less.
A change and growth.
Who I am is more than what has happened to me.
The puddles I have stepped in, the mud sprayed on me, these things don't make me brown.
I can be clean once I wash the dirt away.
I can be bold, and blunt, be harsh.
Or
I can be soft, gentle, vibrant.
From a distance we all look different, we are all colors, changing.
Sometimes sparkling in the daylight, other times glowing in the dark.
Are we the color of our passions, our personalities, or our present?
Are we a paint that some unknown artist is mixing and with large brushstrokes displays across the canvas of life?
Does someone else choose what we will look like and how our colors will mix?
What we will form?
No, you hold the paintbrush of life.
Don’t waste your own unique color.
Shine out, and be you.
And I, I will be the color of me.
About the Creator
Magnolia
Have you ever just wanted to write? To write until you can't think anymore. Till all your thoughts are safely laid out on the paper in front of you, or a file online.
Why not share? If it helped me, could it help someone else?
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