I cannot count on two hands how many times, throughout life, I have changed my “favorite color.” It could have simply been a change in preference, or change in personality, perhaps.
It is hard to observe the changes within ourselves, yet so effortless to point out changes in others.
When we take time to think about it, we change so frequently that sometimes it becomes an arduous mission to find out who we really are and what it is that we are really passionate about.
I love brown; I love the subtleness that it illustrates. It reminds me of dirt, coffee, the outdoors, and chocolate.
I used to love the color yellow. The vibrance, positivity, and liveliness it exhibits to the world.
What do colors tell us about ourselves? There is plenty of research, theories, assumptions, and ideas out there.
Personally, I am keen on Psychology Today.
“Brown. You are a good friend and try your hardest to be reliable and dependable. Flashy objects are not something you desire; you just want a stable life.”
But what if tomorrow I love yellow again. Am I still a reliable and dependable friend?