Defeating Greyness

Essay by Olivia Sathielle P. Agullana Second Place, Literary Contest 2023 Essay Category

The unique cycle of one’s life can be determined through a spectrum of colors. Various shades, and you are bursting visibly with every glance we take once in a while. Just like that, the hotness and coldness of everything are as important as colors. The absence of color and warmth tells me that it is game over for us. Maybe the reason colors exist is to help our eyes to see things, to understand people, and overall, to live easily, because without them, what would someone do if their eyes only see greyness? Likewise, what would someone do if there is no warmth, leaving us to survive in this cold, dark, and bitter world? When greyness comes and conquers our life, warmth is our cheat to triumph.

When someone wakes up after a duration of sleep, colors are already there. From the dusty, dirty white ceiling to wrinkly, tan fingers whenever you're trying to reach a non-existent thing above, there are so many colors around already. Greyness represents gloomy, dull, boring vibes. One can adhere that greyness symbolizes sadness, emptiness, in solitude. A grey life is what most people fear to have, but ironically, many have it.

Meanwhile, warmth is the feeling of hotness. It is when the sun rays touch your skin, when you go near a campfire, and hold your coffee. Warmth also means that tenderness you feel when someone loves and appreciates you. Warmth is the feeling when someone hugs you. Warmth is what someone needs if they unfortunately struggle to get out from their grey world.

Honestly, I like dark vibes more than bright ones I feel that my life is a dim room, nothing to see, nothing to feel, just grey I was taught to be contented at what I have, and so I did. However, how long should I continue to play along inside this grayscale wheel of life? Miserable and lonely, I've forgotten what this warmth felt like. Should I go near the sun just to fill this empty void inside of me? Warmth is, needless to say, what I would want to have right now. A warmth felt when someone who understands you completely and accepts you truly, hugs you. A warmth where I can breathe out a sigh of relief even after society has seen me naked.

Stopping to find this warmth means that I have truly accepted defeat. In this game of my life where I have blindfolds on my eyes– only seeing greyness and darkness, I will touch everything until I find something that isn't cold. As I walk carefully and stumble clumsily on the ground because of the greyness that is blinding me, I will rise and continue to find my target. The warmth that I've been longing for is my target, as feeling it will let me know what real contentment means. In this game of my life, the warmth is my trophy and greyness will be long gone forever.