Blue and white instantly pop into my head when I think about my favorite colors. They remind me of the sky, which is so dreamy and full of endless possibilities. It takes me back to my childhood, playing on the terrace where a big tambis tree kung sa bisaya pa, or in English, watery rose apple, stood just outside our house. I'd lie there, staring at that vast, endless blue sky and letting my imagination wander. I used to wonder if, somewhere out there, someone was dreaming the same dreams I was, full of hope and a bit of fear but with a sense of courage and wonder. It's funny how the simplest memories can anchor us, making us feel both small and infinite at the same time. And maybe, just maybe, those childhood dreams are still up there, floating around in that endless sky, waiting to be rediscovered.
During my younger years, I always made the people around me proud. I'm a competitive person and enjoy my little world. I loved the silence and the peace it gave me, and I found it amusing that people were always happy whenever I had something to share, especially achievements. I'd love to wear black or red when I think of those happy moments. Black signifies my power, showing that I can do anything I put my mind to, while red represents the joy that comes with that power. But isn't it interesting how the colors we wear can reflect the emotions we carry within? It's as if the black and red in my wardrobe became a silent declaration of who I was and who I wanted to be. They were my armor, shielding me from the world while allowing me to bask in my confidence.
As I grew older, life wasn't always a ray of sunshine, so I came to love the rain. The rain comforts me as if someone is hugging me and easing the loneliness, lifting even just 10% of my burdens. I'd play songs expressing my feelings, with my go-to being 'All I Ask' by Adele. I could sing it on a loop, getting lost in my little world and thoughts. And maybe that's the beauty of rain. It washes away the past, leaving us with a blank canvas to start anew. Each drop is like a tiny whisper, reminding us that embracing the storm is okay. After all, sometimes the most meaningful growth happens not in the sunshine but in the rain.
And just like that, a little part of me is laid bare, wrapped in the colors, memories, and melodies that have shaped who I am. Life isn't always black and red, sunshine and rain; it's a beautiful, unpredictable mix of everything in between. But maybe that's the secret—we find ourselves in those moments of contrast, in the storms as much as in the sunshine. So, if you've stayed with me this far, thank you for sharing in my musings. Here's to the colors that empower us, the rain that soothes us, and the music that tells our story.