Tucked comfortably between the hues of green and violet is the color of blue and over the course of our lives, our understanding of what it defines has changed from a pigment that is used to depict the sky and water to being a single word that represents the unhappy feels that we have.
Technically blue is the correct term to bundle grief together with but it’s generalization doesn’t touch on the deeper meaning of the experiences and custom-made emotions that actually make up why each of us carry sadness.
The challenge of that art is that what it encompasses for one isn’t the same for all which leaves many feeling unheard and stuck in the confusion of the favorite cast that sorrow has taken to join us with.
No one asks for that kind of multi-toned item to be something that they know intimately and yet it’s the type of dragon that doesn’t actually need a reason to exist nor does it care where anyone is or what they look like when it does decide to show up.
And if that particular version has convinced us that it is who we are, we will prove that it is true and while there may be evidence to support that obvious choice, it isn’t always the one that we should make for ourselves.
So when unwanted context enfolds us, we don’t have to think positively about our lives but we can keep trying by committing to being certain that we will eventually find our way to the other forms that also hold our presence.
Blue was never meant to be a word to be lost in or a color-wash that appears perfectly on some trails so when we voice it, we need to say it right so that the validation of it belongs to us as individuals rather than our struggling to fit ourselves into what it means for someone else.
It has never just been about the flowers or even the weeds because both can factually begin with blue and then emerge over time through colors that we have yet to imagine as being a part of our stories.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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