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David Carson spoke these words: “Good things are associated with blue, like clear days, more than singing the blues. Just the word ‘blue’ in the singular is full of optimism and positive connotation to most people.” At first, the saying may appear as a reflection upon color, a musing of an artist. Yet beneath its surface lies a truth as deep as the sea itself. For in the language of men, colors are more than pigments—they are vessels of memory, carriers of spirit, and mirrors of the heart. To Carson, blue is not sorrow, but freedom; not lament, but hope. It is the wide-open sky after storms, the eternal expanse of the ocean, the promise of clarity when clouds disperse.

In the ancient world, sages often sought meaning in the hues of nature. They saw in fire’s red the fierceness of war, in green the renewal of spring, and in blue the boundless realm of the divine. The Egyptians prized lapis lazuli, a stone of heaven’s color, believing it held the soul of eternity. The Greeks gazed upon the Aegean and found calmness for the spirit. To these civilizations, blue was not despair but a bridge between man and the infinite. Thus, Carson’s words echo old wisdom: that to dwell upon the true essence of things is to find harmony, not dissonance.

Yet, mankind is ever tempted to chain meanings to sorrow. The phrase “singing the blues” was born from the voices of those who suffered oppression, exile, and longing in a land not merciful to them. Their songs gave birth to a genre, noble in pain and pure in expression, yet tied forever to grief. Carson, however, seeks to remind us: one word need not be imprisoned by one meaning. Just as day follows night, so too does blue hold within it joy as well as sadness. It is the duty of those who walk wisely to reclaim what is bright and lift it higher than despair.

Consider, if you will, the story of the Apollo 8 astronauts, who in 1968 first circled the moon and beheld Earth from afar. Against the void of blackness, they saw not a land torn by wars and strife, but a fragile sphere of blue, floating like a jewel in infinite darkness. Their voices trembled as they spoke of its beauty. That vision—the blue planet—shifted the consciousness of humanity, sparking movements for peace and the protection of nature. In that moment, blue was not sadness but the very essence of life itself, carrying both fragility and hope.

So too, in our daily lives, do we have a choice of vision. Shall we bind blue to lament, or shall we let it soar with the wings of clear skies? To see the sky on a morning without storm is to remember renewal. To stand before the ocean and witness its horizon is to remember possibility. These are not idle fancies, but sources of strength for the weary spirit. The wise do not deny sorrow, but they refuse to let sorrow be the final meaning of beauty.

Thus, take this teaching into your heart: words, like colors, carry power. Be mindful of how you frame them, for your spirit bends in the direction of your meanings. If you speak of blue as despair, you will see despair. If you speak of blue as clarity, freedom, and vastness, then your soul shall be lifted like a bird on the winds of heaven. What you choose to associate with the symbols of life will shape the very course of your days.

Practically, let each one practice the art of re-naming. When you rise and see the blue sky, whisper gratitude. When you feel sorrow, remind yourself that even sorrow can give birth to art and healing. But always return, as Carson counsels, to the brighter meaning: blue as openness, calmness, and renewal. Write these reminders upon your journal, your speech, your thoughts. Share them with others, so the color may shine not only upon canvas or sky, but within the hearts of men.

For in the end, the lesson is simple and profound: reclaim the symbols of your world, and do not let them be stolen by despair. Let blue be your song of clarity, your shield of hope, your horizon of freedom. In this way, you will walk through the storms of life with a steadfast heart, always remembering that above the clouds, the sky is eternally clear.