It either is, or isn’t. There is no in-between.
There’s either black or there’s white. There is no grey. The grey is actually the result of uncertainty. It doesn’t really exist, but it exists in our minds. It hangs in the air. It begs for existence. It confuses minds. It clouds judgement. It’s grey. No offense to those who like grey.
I have to say though, that color is all over the world these days. Everyone sees grey. Grey’s solace. An escape. A hiding place. An easy out. We pick grey when we can’t decide. The black is too extreme. The white leaves no space for doubt. It outs everything. So why not grey? Huh. Why not? I can see why our elders are so disappointed in us these days. We pick grey. It seems cowardly, no? In olden days, there wasn’t as much grey. People liked to categorize. They made it clear. It was either good or it was bad. It was either right or it was wrong. It wasn’t a bit right and kinda bad. It usually wasn’t grey.
So…. this is to grey. May you vanish from our lives forever and only appear rarely to give us a taste of uncertainty. So that we don’t forget the uncertainty of life. That one’s important. That must never be forgotten. Ever. That much grey is allowed.