I thought for a bit and replied that I would be blue, because then I could either fly in the sky, swim in sea, be with people when they are feeling down, or just be, in all my blue glory.
But the question stuck; it even echoed a little. If I could be any color what would I be? I continued to think of how interesting I found the question.
I could be yellow and shine sunlight down on people and warm all the cold blooded creatures of the earth, or the uneasy light that makes drivers question whether to stop or go.
I could be brown and the friendly and fun mud we all played in as kids, or I could be the sweet taste of chocolate tingling on someone's tongue.
I could be the green, dewy grass on a Saturday morning perfect for a soccer game, or the green crayon used to color anything from dinosaurs to trees.
I could be red and the blood rushing to someone's cheeks as they blush from a compliment, or an enthralling rose blossoming on a bush.
I could be orange and the sweet juice on a hot summer day, or a shirt that stands out a little too much in a crowd.
Or I could be purple and the brightest flower in a field, or simply frozen grapes after school.
The possibilities seemed endless and the more I thought about the colors I could be the more I thought about what I could be in general. And again, the possibilities were endless. With my junior year (awfully) quickly coming to a close and my senior year right around the corner with college and the rest of my life just down the block, figuring out what I want to do was only stressing me out and bringing me down everytime I thought about it, but thinking about what I could be felt oddly clear. I could be anything from an engineer to a nail polish namer and something about that was really comforting.
