Colors. There are countless number of colors and different shades of them in the world. Some like a particular color while others do not share that fondness. When I was little, I was scared of red. I do not recall any bad memories of the color, and yet faintly remember that I refused to wear the little red dress because it reminded me of blood and ghosts. To think back, it was indeed a pretty dress and still, I was so afraid of it. Why do we do this?
People seem to connect certain colors with certain meanings. Nine out of ten times when I study literature, red is associated with sexuality. Black means evil. White is used to imply purity. Why and who started this unwanted match making? In funerals, people dress in all blacks and gasp or frown upon whoever is not wearing the right color. Why is black such a sad color? Snow White’s hair was black as coal, the perfect black sky is considered beautiful by many. And yet, why the discrimination? Let the colors as they wish to be.