I have never really been the type of person to have a favorite color. As far back as I can remember, I do not ever remember claiming just one color as my most liked. Since I was a little kid I was always finding it very difficult to choose a single option in a spectrum of countless probabilities. Needless to say, I was so indecisive in choosing a favorite color, that whenever someone would ask me I woud simply answer with white. White was the most basic color in my head, the color that I found the least telling. As I continued to grow I became the color white in my life. I was someone who stuck to a basic life path because I was unable to choose between the infinite paths that were laid out before me. White became the cage that I felt stuck in, the mold that I had shaped myself into, all that my being was. I let my fear of messing up a choice dictate how I spent my life expressing myself until now. I have grown to realize that white is so much more than basic. It is a color that can turn into so many shades, colors, or reflections. Now that I am able to understand its character, white is a color that may become so many things, holding the potential to become anything. I am okay with being like the color white as I am someone who has the potential to become whatever  decide to be.