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by xbechloex

Black. Grey. White. These colours rule our lives. No one knows what the other ones look like except the Lucky Ones- the ones who have found the magic, the ones who have found their soulmate. Have I found mine? Am I just imagining things? Well, all I know is those beautiful, peircing eyes are most definitely the epitome of every fact I have ever learned about the colour blue.

1. Why?

Black. White. Grey.

These three neutral colours seem boring, plain, dull, to say the very least. The scheme limits the variety of beauty and blinds an individual to the unique qualities other shades enhance.

Obvious negative impacts to neutrals.

At least that's what they say, the Lucky Ones. They go off on tangents about how 'life has changed so much', how 'they're so happy with the future', and how much more 'deliciously fabulous makeup is'. Okay, so maybe that last one isn't everyone. More like one of my closest friends: Stacie Conrad. Thankfully, I have Fat Amy to shut her up, conquering the conversations with her jokes and hilarious anecdotes.

What no one ever mentions, though, is how much you are used to it, the grey, the black, and the white. No one seems to ever remember the 'before' once they've seen the 'after'. No one emphasizes the way one feels before the 'magic' happens.

So how does it feel?

It feels normal. Yes, normal. You don't know what this 'purple' looks like or how this 'yellow' glows in the sunlight, but you don't really think about that stuff. You see your normal, everyday shades of grey, black, and white, and you move on. The dull, unimportant, dreary qualities don't really affect you that horrendously, at least, that you know of. There's nothing to compare it to, really, so why would the average colour scheme of you life inflict sadness and poor health? Exactly. It wouldn't. Doesn't. The only thing that makes you feel bad and alone is the pure joy the Lucky Ones emanate. They are the ones that make you feel depressed, like you're smaller than them. They are the ones that make you feel insignificant and boring, not the colors you see everywhere. They are the ones that emanate everything you wish you had, that ignite the envy within your veins that later fades into doubt and hopelessness.

Because why aren't you a Lucky One? Why haven't you been blessed with the 'magic'? Will you ever be one of them? Has your magic already been taken away? What did you do wrong?

Why haven't you found your soulmate?