I Didn't Choose Blue, Blue Chose Me

​"Javi, why always blue?"

It's the million-dollar question. To many, I am already BLUE. And I understand the curiosity.

​If I go into "intense artist" mode, I could give you a textbook answer.

I could tell you that color psychology states that blue conveys trust and calm. I could talk to you about spirituality and chakras. Or I could quote Kandinsky saying that blue is the color of stillness.

​Sounds great, right? Very professional, very studied.

​But I'm going to be honest with you: it's none of that.

​I didn't sit down one day with a color chart to decide that this would be my color. There was no strategy. The reality is that I didn't choose blue; blue chose me.

​It happened at a very specific moment. Right after the chaos.

I've told you about my storms before, so I won't go into that again. I'll just say that, when it was all over, I ended up lying on the beach, eyes closed, exhausted.

​I remember taking a deep breath. It was one of those breaths that fill your lungs and empty your soul of weight. I felt that it was finally over.

​And then, I opened my eyes.

​The first thing I saw, the only thing that occupied my entire field of vision, was the sky. A blue sky, immense, clean, infinite.

I was mesmerized looking at that shade. And at that exact instant, I associated that color with the precise moment I began to rebuild myself.

​Since that day, blue is not theory to me.

It is my lighthouse. It is my most beautiful memory. It is the physical sensation of freedom and relief.

That's why I am blue. Because looking at it is remembering that I survived and that the sky always clears up again.

​And now I ask you: Do you have a color that rescues you? That shade that, when you see it, makes you feel like you are home?