Blue was the color of my world, yet no so many were happy about it. Half of me thought it was a perfect fit, the other half begged to differ. I was in a never-ending loop of doubt.

Who were the ‘not so many’? They were part of my world. were. But since they hated the color blue, they left, which was, and is, a stupid reason to break years of trust and compassion.

But I learned from the other side of my blue world, that people tend to fear the things they don’t accept, and that eased my doubt a bit, but there was still a grain of uncertainty in my heart. I’ve always loved blue, and blue was my color, so what if my world was blue too?

Wouldn’t it be the perfect place to live in?

I tried to convince myself many times that blue was a great choice, but often times, I see myself in other people’s eyes and it’s a whole bunch of different colors.

One time, I saw myself yellow in the eyes of my old friends. They wanted me to be yellow and join their sunny world. I hesitated, and I shouldn’t have, because that moment I did, yellow became an option too. But to tell you the truth, it felt more like a sudden obligation

However, every thought about yellow was washed away when I saw my mom’s world.

It was red. A Velvety red. A shiny velvety red that I’ve never seen before, so I entered her world to discover the joys of this foreign color, and that’s when I saw my reflection in her eyes.

I was blue.

She saw me as blue

Nothing but blue, and it was the greatest moment of my life.

You see, I’ve always thought I had to choose a color that fit with others, but I didn’t think for once that it was possible to coexist in different colors.

I was blue. I am blue. Now all the doubt is gone from my system

I’m now free to exist in my blue world.