Warmth

Inside this head of mine, I tend to reconfigure my view on life every now and again. I mostly do this for a limited time, enabling me to understand that which I'd otherwise be blind to see. Or simply to enhance my own ability to comprehend that which I feel. Finding new ways to explain ideas is helpful in truly understanding them, and I find that a lot of answers can be found by delving within oneself, as well as a lot of questions. Lately I've been finding several questions without apparent answers. I've been wondering where to look, where to direct my intentions, how to act and what to want. Who I want to be and how I want to get there. That would pretty much be the gist of it. And so, finding only questions and none of the related answers, I add a filter, hoping it will reveal the answer I am looking for.

Try to see life as nothing but colors, shades and nuances. Every emotion, every action and everything else can be given a color, a shade, a nuance. Seeing life this way helps you define what is what, how things affects you, how people affect you, what's important to you and what's hurtful. In order to fully appreciate the benefits of seeing the world through such a filter, you must first understand your relationship to colors. Another filter might work better for you, but I myself find colors to be fitting, as I have a conscious relationship to their effects on me, and also because colors, shades and nuances can be related to several deeper meanings. Even so, colors are a lot simpler to interpret and understand than the complete complexities of life.

Tinman's Lament - Dan May

Colors are for me divided between two poles; one warm, one cold. The cold side of the spectre gives you safety in lack of exposure, tranquility in lack of exaltation and serenity in lack of disappointment. The way I see it, living a life filled with cold colors will leave you content, yet unconsciously exasperated. I want warmth, and here's why:

Warm colors give me joy.

Orange is the color of happiness. It's the color of carelessness, fun and foolishness. It is perhaps my favorite color of all, being carefree in it's entirety. Orange is never serious, it is a late night laughing at dark humor carelessly enjoyed in the company of one's closest friends, it is my euphoria. Orange is smiling for the sake of smiling, laughing without constriction and hugging for the sake of holding someone close, not caring what onlookers might think. Orange is what I want everything I feel to be based upon, how I picture my Utopia unfurled.

She Entwined - Audrey Kawasaki

Red is the deepening of Orange. It is intensity, it is lust, it is passion and it is love. Red is not careless, but neither is it careful. Red is rather reckless and hopeless, driving me to excitement and exaltation both, although forever risking the staggering drop into the deep Blue. Red brings me to the very brink of life, overwhelming all other colors. It is by far the least stable of the colors, but also the most rewarding. When I sense Red in others, it warms me to the core, spreading joy and serenity throughout my bones. I think we desperately need to improve our ability to feel and project Red in our lives here in Norway. We're a cold people, not because we lack big hearts, but because they are walled up inside layers of purple and blue; colors that limits us to jealousy, disdain and discomfort. And I don't take kindly to folks who don't take kindly around here.

Chance Meeting Forest Monsters - Andy Kehoe

Earthly colors give me purpose.

They are the deepest of the warm, the ones close to nature. Brown and Burgundy fill me with commitment of different sorts. Brown fills me with homebound affection, reminding me of my roots and that I have a caring family. Brown is my commitment to give others this feeling of safety I myself embrace. Brown is calm and trustworthy, a feeling of companionship and an invitation to familiar bonds beyond hello. Brown is the wellbeing I feel when caring for a friend or a colleague.

Burgundy is an adaptation of Red, one that holds a lot of Brown. Burgundy is safety and compassion in one. Not often do I feel the force of Burgundy protrude, but when I do, it is as overwhelming as the strongest desires I've ever felt. Burgundy can break out tears and fills me with a profound sense of living. Truly acknowledging and accepting someone outside your family takes a lot of trust. It is simply hard to fully open up to someone, and I believe most of us rarely do. Burgundy is the feeling of acceptance. Burgundy is Red without the antagonizing Blue; the intensity and love without fear of rejection or judgement. Burgundy is accepting the fact that I love a friend like my brother, and the realization that I'm not ashamed of admitting it. I guess Burgundy is my favorite color.

I strongly desire a life filled with warmth. The question is how to get out of the cold.