Colours

I was lying awake after quite a satisying slumber from a lifepac packed day, and I thought about: colours. Then I wondered, why are we all so different? We're just different colours, but were still called humans no matter how different we look. In fact, I wondered, we pretty much are like colours.

Colour are well, wonderful, coming in so many diffferent shades to colour our lives. Blank pieces of paper simply come to life when colours on a brush start to paint the shapes that are formed in the artists mind. Some colours play big roles, others, not so big but just as important. Imagine if you were looking at the mona lisa and a part of that beautiful painting wasn't colored, and instead, was left with a blank patch, you'd think something would most definitely be wrong. In whole, the picture would be ruined, because something didn't fit, that uncolored blank spot. Thats what we are I guess, different colours in a picture.

There are so many types of colours, but blue can't say to orange that he's more important because he colours the sky, because orange can retort that she painted the sun. In my opinion, saying another colour pencil is more important than another colour pencil would just sound silly because a colour is still a colour.

Thats what we are, we're different colours, different people, different's personalities, different cultures, but we're all colours. Though we're in some ways different, we're still human and equaly important; we bleed the same blood, were born the same way and hold on to things most important to us. What's so different? We're all colors in the large picture of the world.