Grey was never my favourite color.

It’s not mysteriously black, it’s not innocently white, it’s not cheerfully yellow, and it’s not sexily red. It’s just… bland. I thought it quite lack of character, definition, distinctiveness.

Strangely, I have always associated grey with the gloomy weather of London, even though I have never step foot in London before.

However recently, I find myself favoring grey more and more in my choices of accessories and clothing. I find that I quite like this color on me. Blending in instead of standing out. Accommodating instead of obstructing. Pleasing instead of distasteful.

A slight but noticeable change of character, perhaps? Or maybe, I’m finally growing up and understanding the truth behind green leaves and red roses, and prefer to be the green leaves instead.

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