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Through The Colours: Purple Is The Defiant Spirit Of Pride

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Red stood for life, orange for healing, yellow for sunlight, green for nature and blue for serenity. Where does the leave purple? Purple stands for spirit.

Spirit is one not easily pinned down. Not something you can add to your Wolt cart or pencil into a calendar. Spirit is the driving force behind dancing like nobody’s watching. It’s the drag queen owning Republic Street in heels higher than the city bastions. It’s the roar of the crowd when the first flag rounds the corner in the parad. It’s the heartbeat of Pride itself.

For me, spirit is a survival guide but one written in style. Because it’s one thing to live (red), heal (orange), find the light (yellow), ground yourself (green) and seek peace (blue). Spirit is what hapens when all of those things come together as an experience of community.

Spirit is what got me through years of masking; the tiny flame I never let go out, even when I found myself folding inwards. Spirit is what whispered to me that there was still something worth showing up for, even when I wasn’t sure I could. Spirit is what Pride gives back to us, year after year: a remind that nobody in this world is ever alone.

Purple has always been a little bit extra as a colour. It’s royal robes and velvet curatins, bruises and shadows against walls. Spirit isn’t always shining. Sometimes, it’s messy and defiant and tired. But it’s always there. It’s the thing that keeps us stepping out, glitter on cheeks from the night before, ready to face the world again.

This Pride in Malta, spirit will be everywhere. In the parades, in the music, in the families (even the chosen ones) experiencing the culmination of every part of the queer community. It’s in the faces of children seeing themselves reflected in society for the first time. It’s the part of Pride that lingers long after the flags have been folded up.

So purple is spirit. Spirit is Pride. And Pride is me, ready to live loudly again. Six colours, six reflections, one life I’m not pressing pause on anymore.

Baryn is an occasional writer with a penchant for quiet corners and long walks through Malta, hunting Pokémon. Obsessed with all things Pocket Monsters, nostalgia and self-reflection, he drifts between the past and daydreams of the future while trying to catch them and live his best life doing so. Join along in the journey @jacxbsen_. 

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