Life in mono.™ Sometimes it just is.The way it is and the way it is not meant to be. I think there are alot more things one cannot control in life, compared to the things one actually have control over.
Not everything is ideally black and white as we'd all like them to be. There are the grey areas. And while brilliant people can tell the black from black and the white from white, it is, the people that can see the grey, that fascinates me. As per an Ally McBeal episode in season 1 that says it so well.People who sees the grey, knows. They know.
There are the people that laugh when they are happy. Cry when they are sad. But it is the people that cry while they are happy and smile when the going is down that is interesting. And if you can tell sadness from happiness, or joy from the sorrow, or, if you can appreciate the bittersweetness of many things in life, then more than likely I will know you better.
I think black and white are partners in crime. They are best friends and their best enemies. After all, black is best accented against white, and vice versa. As we grow older, I think more grey sets in. Which is why, we are as stark as we first started out. We blemish a little, blend a little, become slightly more...homo..geneous...homogeneous. I like that. The process of dilution. Sterility reeks of clinical presence.
Life is a jumbo of grey, mess it up a little.
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