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What are the colour of your thoughts?


This question has been stuck in my mind for a certain period of time now when I first saw it in the social media once. It was weirdly triggering me questioning each vision in a peculiar shade. The comfort I felt inside was indescribable so I find myself asking this question to everyone and its surprising how many of them assert a certain confidence while answering it. Most of them responded eagerly with their own elusive imaginations. Someone said it was blue as the horizon of never-ending ocean or the peaceful green or even bubbly yellow and sometimes its as deep as black. As abstract as it sound I realized the gist behind it was slowly unfolding and it was strongly lucid. One might say the colour of their thoughts are the traits of their characters other might gush it as the mixture of emotions. However, does the one colour differ according to the others? Can I be green and red at the same time?

As Heraclitus asserts “the soul is dyed the colour of its thoughts. The hue of millionth colour is painted vigorously inside our mind thus the subtleness of these chaotic aftermath signifies the soul within us. The colour of our thoughts is the mixture of various emotions and sentiments which are tinted in such a way it represents the colour of love, empathy and compassion with desires and curiosity. Lately, with all the vicious pandemic going around, it is fairly directed towards the significance of my life the appreciation we felt among my family, friends, and myself. The colour of our thoughts are too vast to fathom it into one. Yes you are green, blue-white, yellow, black and honestly you are a mixture of millionth of shades don’t you worry to express it.

 The real eye-opening people need right now in midst of this dystopia is that the colour of the skin doesn’t make us different it’s simply the colour of your thoughts. The thoughts of our colour can be intense and alike but the resemblance between them epitomizes the variance amid us.


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Anonymous said…
Hey great thoughts

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