Of Greys And Shades In Between

It's been a rough week. One where I wished I just had one of my 'persons' with me.

I don't see the world in black and white. Very few things appear in those colours. I believe in the greys. But I found myself in the middle of one such area recently. Where the grey was missing. And I have never been more afraid in my life.

I was wrong. I judged harshly. And I was put in the same spot. And I learned my lesson. I am not completely to blame, but as long as I live, there are some shades of black and white that I will try and look for the grey in.

I would not be able to forgive myself, not in a hundred lifetimes if the answer was a yes. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. After all the heated discussions, the arguments, the debates, the stories and the painful reminders from the outside in, when you find yourself in a spot that you have never, ever, in your wildest dreams believed you would be in, your world not only comes crashing down, it stops spinning.

From now on, I will look closely before I judge what is black and what is white. And I will look more closely for the greys, even where I think they may not exist. Especially where I think they may not exist.