Yellow, the bright sunny color that people say will make your day that much better. Yet people seem to forget it is also the color of sickness, worry and just plain disgust. How could such a plain yet brilliant color mean such two different things? How is the one to interpret this color to its full meaning if the “full meaning” is an oxymoron? Is one to get disgust from this illusion of the eye when one is already disgusted and joy and happiness from it when they are already happy? If this is the case how do you brighten someone’s day? Make the day for what others see it for? Certainly not with any other color. What is that to do but support their already predisposed mood? It must be with the presence of ALL these colors that someone can enjoy a day, for with all these colors comes WHITE. With this comes the idea of Peace, Tranquility, Perfection and most importantly the Smile. For whom, even in their worst state, can turn down a genuine smile? Who with no questions or disillusions does not want to say that their day has somehow mysteriously become even the slightest more enjoyable if not to say better because there is someone out there that truly cares whether their day becomes better. Yes it must be this total command of colors that makes the world a better place.

Do you ever sit back and think in awe how quickly life passes you by? I haven't for a while but here I am, at 2 in the morning unable to go to sleep and I try to remember the last time I had a great conversation with my best friends, with no restrictions and nothing holding you back and I realize that it hasn't been since before we graduated or right after. We headed into the future so scared of what was going to happen that we forgot that they were probably feeling the same way. That we were so busy being scared of what was happening next that we didn't live in the now and all of a sudden all the things we were afraid of have passed. I have been here for 2 months and sometimes I still feel like I have only been here a couple of days. The funny thing is I know I have changed; I am more subdued in some ways and more resilient in others. Sure I notice it now, after someone else points it out, but them I wonder what happened to me. Is this what I want to be? Was this that I was all along and now that I am able to express myself in any way that I want, I have finally become myself? If that is true then the self that I always thought was me, is in fact not me and I am the person I always was just older and more in my place, I don't step out of place like I used to, I let my parents do their job and let myself do my own. Well I have nothing else to do but sit down, pray that God will lead me and take care of everything and then jump in head first to what ever life brings my way because there is nothing else that I can do. "No Regrets" this is what I intend to say when I die, and the only way to do that is to trust that God will take care of it all, to love your family and friends, and to live my life in exactly the way God wants me to live it.