This is my first blog post ever, so it will probably be quite short, just to let me know how things are going. I don’t know why I waited so long until I realised that’s what I should do – start a blog. ‘Cuz I enjoy writing down my own thoughts, hoping that this way my mind will become more organised, even though, in fact, if you write you actually discover new thoughts, and it’s easier to get lost amongst them. But anyway, I’ve created this blog to see how it feels to actually know that someone may at some point read what you’re writing.

And perhaps, why not, maybe what you’re writing will have an impact, smaller or bigger, on that person’s way of thinking. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not writing in order to make others think like me. If you like the way I’m seeing the things around me, that’s fine, if you don’t like it, that’s fine as well. I’ve realised I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, as it’s said, and the best part is that I don’t have to be.

Anyway, it was quite a challenge to choose a perfect name for this blog. And I think I found it. Violet Raindrops. Violet as in the colour, which is neither red nor blue, although it can easily resemble more or less with one of them, just by adjusting the RGB a little bit. Violet is not red like the roses, nor blue like the violets – and by violets I mean the violets from the poem, which are blue, not the ones everyone knows that are violet.

Raindrops, which form the rain, and just as the rain can be purple, it can be violet as well. After the rain there comes the rainbow, and at the end of the rainbow there’s the colour violet. Raindrops, which can fall down either easily, tender and sweet, blessing the nature, or furiously and full of rage, devastating everything. Violet, as the girl who needs just a drop of red in order to love with passion, and a drop of blue to dive into sadness. But she tries to keep the balance. The raindrops are swelling from her eyes, tears of joy or, more often, sadness. And also she falls like a raindrop, falling in love, falling into loneliness, falling into her own thoughts, sometimes slowly, sometimes not. She’s powerful and weak at the same time. Rain makes her blue, and Violet’s not blue. So she takes advantage of the rainy weather, by the passion of writing – adding a drop of red to the blue and becoming Violet again.

I’ll end this short note with one of my favourite quotes, which describes the whole naming idea quite well, actually: “She says she wants to be a raindrop. She doesn’t mind falling, as long as she’s not alone. And raindrops are never alone”. But if she’s not a raindrop, is she alone?…

We’ll figure out later.