Black vs White

Black and White knew each other for a while. Sometimes they went out together, hanging around like good friends. Sometimes Black and White were melting together, those were the smooth moments, when the Light Grey and the Dark Grey were born.. Some say that they had also getting birth of Grey, but most persons avoid talking about it.

One day people decided Black and White were not colors. Neither were their fusions. No matter what they were, they were there, lightening or darkening everything around. Light shades and dark shades of the inception.

Sometimes I feel White, but I pretend to feel Light Grey, because people will judge me for being too happy.  Sometimes I feel Black, as black as an empty hole, filled only with black, but I pretend that in fact I feel Dark Grey, because the dark of the Black is overwhelming me.

So, Black and White are not colors, they are more or less states of mind. They are our most intimate states of mind, making us fear equally about both, just as we fear every clear sentiment. As we fear pure love, as we doubt sincerity or candor, as we run away from commitment. As we are terrified of sickness, separation, as we are affraid of isolation.

But sometimes the mixtures are strange, the way that relationships sometimes are like, when there is commitment but there is isolation too. Is that a Dark Grey or a Light Grey? Are we supposed to be happy for being there or sad for feeling alone, even if socially we aren't?

I  guess this is the limit when a person becomes optimist or pessimist. This is the way we say "See the filled part of a glass". No matter if the filling is milk or tar, it sure is there!

I believe in those mixtures, they are great, they leave me plenty of choices. I love to see the lighter part even on Dark Grey, this guy is nice and he doesn't mind to show me his White part.

The only clear Dark, undeniable and imminent is "Death". Of others. Not necessarily the physical one.. As long as they are around, no matter if darker or whiter, they are "alive" and wonders could happen, the wings of White and Black could touch them, could change the state of mind and mingle. As soon as they go into the Big Light, as White and as Black as the Infinity, things become irreversible for us. There is no way for us to turn back the time and change a thing, and maybe sometimes we shouldn't. We should not even try.