IT WAS ALL YELLOW

I was listening to Yellow by Coldplay when I started thinking about the colour itself. Blue used to be my favourite when I was a child. Then it was green as I grew older. For the past six or seven years, though, it’s been yellow. I can’t help but wonder if it means something more than a simple change in taste.

I was a sad, stubborn child once, someone who sought comfort in dark things, whether colours or thoughts. But I’m not that person anymore. Choosing yellow feels like a quiet declaration that I’ve changed for the better, as if I’ve taught myself to feel joy whenever I see it.

I remember sitting with friends back in 2019, talking about nothing in particular. One of them said that depressed people like yellow. I never knew if it was meant as a joke, or if there was some truth in it.

Still, yellow feels like happiness to me. The sun is yellow, and so are sunflowers. Streetlights that glow in the warmth of nostalgia are yellow, and pages, over time, turn yellow too. It seems that many of the things I love in life are touched by that colour. I just had to open my eyes to notice them.