Our World is lit with colors. We depend on colors to differentiate. We have the frozen white to the pitch black, with the raging red and the bitching blues and the gushing green all in between. Every colour teaches a lesson of it's own.
When I see Yellow, I think of the Sun. The way it lights up our world and dispels darkness with it's presence. The way Sun produces warmth as well as light in all our lives is how we must strive to live. We must shine our own light and warmth to everyone. If the need arises, we need to scorch, too.
When I see Blue, I think of the sky and the sea. Both are vast expanses, covering large distances, unconquerable. They are broad and transparent enough for everyone to feel and see. That is how our minds must be. Broad and Transparent enough for everyone else to feel our presence.
When I see Red, I think of the gem, Ruby. The Ruby is one of the strongest, natural occuring rock. It is hard and strong and has a lot of value in it. That is how we must dispose ourselves to everyone. We must show the strength and the value of our characteristics for others to respect us. Respect is earned thus.
When I see Pink, I think of the flower, Rose. The Rose is a very beautiful flower. The other fact is that, it is carried on a stem that is covered in thorns. The Rose can only be enjoyed with the thorns and when you do cut them off, it is not that appealing. That is how our personality should be. We must be the most beautiful, despite our shortcomings and failures. Only when we enjoy ourselves, can others do the same.
When I see Gray, I think of cement. The cement is very coarse and powdery in it's raw form. But when it meets water, it hardens. As time progresses, the cement becomes concrete and is hard enough to withstand the might of buildings and nature. That is how our education must be. However coarse it maybe, with just the right amount of hardwork and persistence, we can withstand the pressures of Life.
No one can be perfect in this world. Rather, I can so confidently say, Everyone is perfectly imperfect. Smearing with colors is the most superlative thing to do to yourself.