For the last couple of weeks, I have swallowed in astonishment of my own conflict between my reason and emotion. I simply thought I was living in the life where black and white clarity is well defined. I assumed that I can insist something from my limited perspective of what is really happening around.
I know it is uncomplicated to identify what is wrong and right, I was taught by that since I was born, but then I realized that we are all living in shades of gray. It’s not always black and white, right and wrong, good or bad, just like there were two sides to every story and the truth was probably somewhere in between the two.
I don’t want to perplex myself anymore thinking what it really is. It’s just like we are looking at the same thing but means something different. I want to believe that some part of this world fall on shades of gray because, in every situation, there is always something hard to explain, acceptance, though it is not that simple to do, it is one of the ways to pull yourself out from distortion of confusion.
If going back to the roads means I have to believe in circumstances, then I must be, because I want to live my life in black and white and lots of grays.