Fickle! That is what we all are.
We are all incapable of deciding where our happiness truly lies.
One is often unable to commit himself to either black or white.
One longs for the happiness in white but also covets the strength in black.
One desires for the passion in white but deep down also needs the fierce love in black.
One seeks for the light in white but the darkness in black brings one’s heart at a standstill.
Someone once told me, “what we want and what we need are not always the same thing”.
Black and white will always be craved by the heart but it can never be in complete silence and have a conversation at the same time.
The heart refrains itself from choosing between black or white and ergo it loves to linger in grey.
The heart fails to notice the happiness in either black or white as it can never have both, thence it makes peace with grey and will never know what satisfaction truly feels like.
“But, what’s the fun in that?”