Waves crashing to their own rhythm, children playing to their hearts content underneath an open sky, and the best color to wear on hot summer days. In my mind, summer, happiness, and childlike bliss is all but synonymous to my all-time favorite self-defining color: blue.
Blue is my servant and my lord, my friend and my foe, my lover and a stranger. From the moment I wake, it’s absence or presence determines the rest of the day, whether people will be merry today or not, whether I will be able to wear my favorite sweaters or not. It can be kind and merciful, presenting itself for a special trip or on necessary clothes but be just as unforgiving and relentless when it hides itself away when I need it the most. However, like finding a familiar face amongst a sea of faces, Blue also lends itself as a comfort. A mysterious reprieve where it can be appreciated and longed for but never fully in ownership. Studies usually show results of Blue as a sad color, of being depressing and melancholic. To me, it was never sad or depressing but nostalgic, lethargic and melancholic. It brings me contenment and warmth that resonates the warmth of my mother’s hugs while also bringing back memories of childhood innnocence long lost.
Blue respresents to me want of a goal that is beyond my reach, of an wandering love that cannot be content with settlement. When it chooses to show itself, I feel on top of the world and wish for the moment to live on in reality and not just memory. But although it never does, it returns to me every so often, never failing to bring back to that place once again.
Categorized as just a color, Blue symbolizes and creates many different emotions and settings. It goes beyond it’s call of duty as a figment of the rainbow.