What you avoid often becomes what you embrace.

Yellow never felt like mine. It belonged to school buses, taxi cabs, and road signs—the kind of loudness I steered away from. But it’s funny how the things you avoid have a way of finding you. Now it’s a coat hanging in my closet, a splash of paint on my day. I see it in passing cars and feel something shift—a small, undeniable curiosity. Maybe yellow isn’t about standing out; maybe it’s about learning to be seen.