The Older I grow, the more I realize that life is colorful. With shades of Grey. Then when you can see, what’s Black or what’s white started to become less and less important. They blend, collide. And now I understand the genius who create the Yin and Yang Symbol.
What matter for me now, is that I’m tired seeing things in Grey. What’s the right and wrong, The choices now are between what’s right and what’s good. And not everyone fancy’s what’s right anymore.
I started to become cynical. I dreamed almost nothing in my sleep. Or even if I dream, I dream Grey. Grey church, Grey Jungle, Grey Sky with Grey rainbow. I know that something is wrong, but even the greatest doctor read from symptoms. I don’t have any particular symptom. So I don’t know what is wrong with me.
It’s like. “Doc, I see Grey” and the doctor would answer ” Well, kiddo, THAT’S LIFE. Either that or you’re color blind. And seeing from what you did for a living, you are doom. Either way, you’re DOOM” and the doctor would laugh in evil-ish, Moriarty/Dr. Doom/ Kind of way.
But I decided not to give up. There are things worth to fight for. To stand on my ground, and I choose my ground to be Solid, colorful, bouncy (for my obsession of having trampoline, not unstable bouncy) one. Because this one is what I’ve believed.
By the way, having a trampoline is a really good Idea thou. I’ll put it in my “things to have in my white house backyard” It’s priority will come before Tree House and after swing. :)
