I don’t exactly know how to address this, whether it’s just a passing obsession or something deeper. Maybe it’s just one of those fleeting aesthetic fixations that come and go like the tide, or maybe it’s something more profound. But lately, my love for the color blue has been giant and brilliant—like a supernova bursting in the deep space of different colors.
This is unusual for me. I have always been, at my core, a lover of red. Red was the color that spoke to me, that shaped my moods and emotions, that filled my world with its warmth, passion, and intensity. Red felt alive, like a pulse under my skin, a quiet fire that I could always return to. And yet, here I am, utterly consumed by blue.
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A Shift in Palette
I started noticing it in small ways—choosing blue pencils instead of red when sketching, staring at the sky for longer than usual, feeling drawn to paintings where blue dominated the canvas. It was as if my subconscious had turned my attention toward it before I even realized what was happening. One day, I was someone who admired red; the next, I couldn’t think about anything but blue.
Blue is everywhere, yet it never felt so alive to me before. The deep navy of a night sky, the electric cyan of neon signs, the soft powder blue of fading daylight—all of it suddenly demanding my attention, wrapping around my thoughts like a comfortable fog. It’s strange, the way a single color can become a fixation, as if it has a voice of its own, whispering something you can’t quite understand but desperately want to decode.
What Does It Mean to Love a Color?
Colors aren’t just visual experiences; they hold meaning, emotion, and energy. Red, to me, has always symbolized passion, urgency, creativity, and depth. It’s the color of fire, of movement, of something burning inside.
But blue—blue is something else entirely. Blue is both endless and contained. It’s the ocean and the sky, both vast yet able to fit into a single teardrop. It can be the calm before the storm or the raging waves in the middle of it. Blue is contradiction, both sorrow and serenity, both detachment and deep emotion. Maybe that’s why I’m obsessed—it offers something different than red ever could.
Maybe I need that difference right now.
The Psychological Pull of Blue
There’s something undeniably emotional about this change. Colors affect us on a subconscious level, tied to emotions, memories, and even the state of our minds. Blue, in psychology, is often associated with:
- Calmness & Serenity – It’s the color of peace, of a still lake, of a clear sky after a storm. Maybe I’m seeking that stillness.
- Depth & Reflection – Unlike the boldness of red, blue invites introspection. It’s a color that makes you think, that makes you feel in a quieter way.
- Sadness & Distance – The phrase “feeling blue” exists for a reason. Maybe my mind is craving space, a kind of melancholy beauty.
- Infinity & Imagination – The night sky, the deep ocean, the boundless unknown. Blue is possibility.
It makes me wonder—do we choose colors, or do they choose us?
Memories in Blue
Now that I think about it, maybe blue has always been lurking in the background, waiting for the right moment to step forward. I remember childhood moments where blue was a quiet companion—
- The way the sky looked the first time I stayed outside late enough to watch it darken completely.
- The blue glow of a screen as I stayed up drawing in the middle of the night.
- The cold, sharp blue of winter air filling my lungs.
Perhaps this obsession isn’t new, just newly acknowledged. Maybe blue has always been there, waiting patiently, knowing I’d turn to it when the time was right.
A Temporary Affair or a Permanent Shift?
I don’t know if this is forever. Maybe, in a few weeks, I’ll wake up and feel the pull of red again, or maybe something entirely different will take its place—purple, green, something unexpected. Maybe it’s just a phase, like when the seasons change, and you suddenly crave different clothes, different foods, different energies.
But for now, I let blue consume me. I surround myself with it, wear it, draw with it, dream in its shades. Maybe I don’t need an explanation—maybe loving something, even temporarily, is reason enough.
And maybe, just maybe, the colors of our lives are meant to shift, like waves against the shore, like galaxies colliding in the vast unknown.
For now, I surrender to the supernova blue.
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