I'm fond of the wind.
The cool and gentle one breezing through my hair, my face making my lungs feel at ease, or the fresh somewhat blustery ones that manage to sneak inside smoothing out the wrinkles of my mind or the wind so wild, unruly almost making you stumble on your two own damn feet and surrounds you with a little sense of danger and adventure. Some people would say that the bright blue cloudless sky resembles freedom but to me, it's always the wind - carefree, unbound, rebellious, and yet I also find serenity. It's peculiar what a breath of fresh air can bring to you - it has the capacity to bring out a mixture of emotions that may contradict one another.
What I say and what I try to say are not the same at times.
Now, I often don't make sense, that I'm aware, I'd confess, sometimes it's intentional. I'm not very good with words. It's quite a battle for me to express what I say and what I feel - often my own words deceive me and I express the way I didn't intentionally want to. Sometimes my words are just a bunch of jumbled frantic words of an obscure mind - hmm, that's a tad far-fetched. Anyhoo, I still happen to be somewhat naïve at heart with a very quirky sense of wisdom which affects immensely how I perceive things, and also contributes to how I express myself. Not all of what I observe or express are rainbows and unicorns but one thing I have learned is that -
Black is the most colorful of all colors.
I have no intention to go over the shades and colors and their association with life in general. It's hard to depict as I believe, colors are as complicated as life - there's just too many dark hues and light tones; it's endless. Moreover, we have a mind of our own to explain what colors mean to us. Regardless, no matter how simple we appear to be, we humans are complicated creatures and not two minds work the same way even if they have similar knowledge and ideas, even when our preferences match, it will be for different reasons. Not two people enjoy rainy days.
I enjoy the rain.
It's unlike my likeness for wind. People often say that rain makes them feel sad, gives them a kind of longing feeling, but that's not everyone, at least not me. Although, I sometimes find it weird why people associate rain with sadness, as it has never made me bleak. Yes, at times rain has managed to irritate me, simply because of the timing, but other than that rain has been calming to me for as long as I can remember. While wind gives me a sense of freedom, rain calms me down, humbles me, or grounds me perhaps ties me to the earth after flying for too long.
This isn't a weather forecast nor an aesthetic description of the weather.
If it was then I would have ranted on and on about how much I hate summer. This is perhaps life in general for me. It can be considered a meek attempt to let you see how I perceive a few things - a tad different but not too far off. Neither too sane, not too insane, neither too relatable not too obscure. What I said about the color Black, if you mix all the colors together it turns black hence making it the most colorful and lively. Life is just like that, slightly understood and partially misunderstood.
Yes, I find black vibrant.
