Colors are everything in life; all that the eye captures, all the material and the abstract. Even black and white are colors, not their absence.
Color has energy, so it’s alive. It’s an appeal, an attraction that is felt. It is self-expressed, and not necessarily how I express myself. I live a positive life filled with joy, motion and thrill, and yet, I dress in black; a color of mystery, but not one of sadness. The colors of Fall, a scheme I love, is just a celebration of the “maturing” of leaves, a calm scene of the once vibrant. Sunrise and sunset share the same colors, but mean differently being in different contexts; one gives energy, while the other lets it go. One starts the day, and the other ends it.
To me, colors make the world what it is, with all its entities. Do colors mean the same to you?