Blue is my favourite colour. According to Wikipedia it’s the colour most people choose as their favourite colour. Maybe because it’s the colour of the sky.
I love to lie on my back and look into the sky. I have the feeling the longer you look the bigger the sky gets. Somehow this makes your heart get bigger, too. The older I become, the more my eyes hurt when I look at the sky. Seems I was made to live in the dark and this becomes more prominent as I’m getting older.
As a child looking into the sky didn’t hurt my eyes. But then again… I spent countless minutes looking straight at the sun with my eyes wide open, waiting for everything to turn orange and then yellow until my whole head seemed to be filled with light. Today I know good children don’t look directly into the sun as it’s bad for the eyes. It seems, I wasn’t a good child then.
Well, how can anyone be good without instructions? I was often scolded and beaten for being so “insolent”. It’s really tiring to get beaten and yelled at a lot, so one day I neared my father, who was sitting on the couch (as usual) and told him, I wanted to ask him something and begged him not to get angry at me. I asked him “What does “insolent” actually mean? Why do you all get angry at me? What did I do then?” He seemed very surprised. He couldn’t give me an answer though. I didn’t understand, what I did always wrong and he couldn’t explain it to me. Of course this talk didn’t help to improve the situation. I was 5.
I still like blue. Especially in the sky and blue flowers. But I came to like red a lot, too. More about red tomorrow.
This post is part of a week of colours. The idea came from Francesca. It's a great idea and it brought me back into the game!