If life were to be defined as a single colour, mine would most definitely be black.
No, not because I’m gothic, attracted towards the darker side of life or am deeply depressed and beyond repair. Neither do I follow the fashionable trend of having a eerie fascination for the dark.
It’s because black is all-encompassing. Unambiguous and to-the-point. Standing apart from the crowd of colours, not a hint of emotion shown. No bias, no affinity to groups of warm or cool.
Having a long standing identity of its own. Distinctly different – at the end of the spectrum.
A slight change in composition – and it remains unaffected. A larger intrusion – and it is a different personality.
Alas, I can’t find a deeper shade of black.