I’ve been thinking a lot about being born and destinies. My name is Cyan which is the color blue. Blue is typically associated with sadness but cyan is an interestingly electric color. It’s bright and in your face which is the opposite of the color’s general supposed properties.

When I was little I always wondered what my future would look like. I would daydream about living to be a thousand years old so I could see what the year 3000 would look like. I also wondered what it meant for me to have the name Cyan. In my mind if your name was a noun it must have a purpose. I didn’t like my name that much so I would imagine its utilitarian function. So I started doing “research” into the topic.

Cyan is a common prefix for medical symptoms. Cyanosis is when there is little oxygen in one’s blood and the skin takes on a blue appearance. Cyan is also the prefix for the dreaded cyanobacteria that plague aquarist’s nightmares.

But I’m not a bacteria. So what does it mean? Just that my mom liked the sound of the name. But it’s cool to think that our lives have little ironies and coincidences in fate.