The world is so much brighter when we can see color, everything now has meaning. Color is a symbol of the characteristics and personality of the object. Red, a bold color that is often associated with violence, is a color that so happens to be comforting to me. Love is what I believe the color red represents, love is everywhere, just like the color red. For me, love is unbreakable. It is the strongest feeling a human can experience, love can be a good thing, but love can also be dangerous. Like I mentioned before, violence is typically associated with red, and sadly love can be violent, but love can also make you feel indestructible. My mom would do anything for me, because she loves me. She would be willing to sacrifice herself for me, and that is a huge thing to grasp. To feel so strongly about another person that you see them as more important than yourself, has to be the most cherished feeling.
Safety has been a topic that has been constantly mashed into my brain ever since I was a child. Someone that loves you wants you to be safe, so from the minute I could understand what my parents were trying to say to me, I was learning the basics. Look both ways before you cross the street, don’t talk to strangers, call 911 if there is an emergency, or stop, drop, and roll if you are on fire. Learning the essentials is a great thing, really, but I wish more modern day safety issues were more widely spread like the “basics” we have now. Why are students huddled in the corner of a room when there is an active shooter? Wouldn’t that make an easier target? Situations like that are something students like me think about everyday, and that is what frustrates me. Orange represents caution in life. Not everything is supposed to be walked in a straight line, sometimes in emergencies you have to go off track. One summer, I drowned in my community’s swimming pool, and one of the things I saw was the bright orange buoy. A somewhat traumatic situation turned into a recognizable warning.
Brightness is a symbol of happiness, and brightness is the color yellow. Especially in the film world, natural lighting can make a scene look euphoric in a way. Sunlight means warmth and comfort, and that to me is happiness. Yellow has never been a color I wear often, mostly because it washes out my pale skin. When I do wear yellow, it is typically during the summer when I am most tan, and when I am tan it reminds me of summer, and I am happiest in the summer. My dad used to be an electrician, so lighting to him is very important. Memories of me helping my dad at jobs with electrical work are engraved into my mind, they’re some of my happiest memories. Unlike yellow, green represents nothingness. A long exhausting field of grass that goes on for miles and miles terrifies me, it is so easy to picture yourself getting lost out there. A long green field of grass is a field with no end. Once you enter you don’t leave. It’s almost like you’re trapped with absolutely nothing. Having absolutely nothing out there can be peaceful as well. A tranquil haven of nothing but emerald green grass lightly blowing in the wind is peaceful. It is nothingness in its most beautiful form.
No matter what season it is, my body never warms up. For some reason in my family, all the girls have problems with the cold. It could be 80 degrees out, and I still will have goosebumps. The world to me feels as cold as it looks, all covered in blue. Although I have had this cold feeling I still haven’t become accustomed to it. I hate it, always being cold – I feel like it puts me in a sour mood. Being in the cold only makes me uncomfortable, desperate to warm up. When I was in the third grade, I complained to my Momom, or grandmother, that I couldn’t keep myself warm when I went to school. It was October. She told me, “that’s just how we are,” and gave me a thick fluffy pair of purple gloves the next week.
My friends are some of the most important people in my life, and they’re all the color indigo in my mind. Each of my friends are different in their own ways, each sharing their vibrant and different personalities. All of us together are just a big mix of personalities, but it seems to just work. Indigo is a mix of blue and purple, just like my friends and I mix. I am extremely lucky to have found the best people to spend my time with and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. The color violet on the other hand, is a representation of loss in my mind. My grandfather, a Vietnam veteran, who spent two terms in Vietnam, passed away when I was seven years old. I was the first grandchild to the family, as well as the first girl for my Zadie (grandpa) in his life. He had passed from the effects of ‘Agent Orange’, a chemical compound used during the war. Another interesting fact about him, he was color blind. Unable to see color, he always used to tell me that his favorite color was violet, which just so happened to be my favorite color. He has and still is my inspiration.
