The Grey Areas

Life is not painted in black and white; instead it’s filled with grey. As human beings we don’t always end up with the person whom we truly love. Most of us end up with someone who is “good” for us, who can advance us materially and or socially. But that other person whom we truly love, we will always love.

And so we have to manage those ‘grey’ areas and struggle to remain true to the person we made the commitment to and still value the other person whom we truly love. Sometimes we love people who do not love us the same way, with the same depth that we love them. But we love them nevertheless. And so in an effort to protect ourselves we perform some force ‘shutdowns’ on our hearts for fear of being shunned, snubbed, rejected. Of course the sensible ones of us do that, but the crazy ones become stalkers.

Life is not painted in black and white the lines are often blurred. They cannot be defined, even though we try. Sometimes that greyness is dull because we choose to suppress a lot of how we truly feel, and for whom we feel. Sometimes rarely, it becomes exciting, a bright shade of grey (if there’s ever such a thing) a grey that’s filled with spontaneity and excitement and hope. A grey that’s deep, so deep that it is mistaken for a shade of blue, if even for some minute moments. A grey that causes us to feel, to see, to smell, to taste a little bit of what could have been had we stepped outside of the ‘black and white box’ that society, culture, conventions, religion, family, and or friends have dictated for us. And this comes with consequences I know, but there’s nothing simple about love and life. They are complicated. They are grey. Kay Ordeen January 4, 2014