I take it this is directed toward me. Sometimes in life you don’t have the luxury of time for experience, you need to make a hard and fast decision. Black or White, Yes or No. Live or Die. Integrity or Shame. It’s a metaphor for making decisions, taking responsibility for them, good or bad.
If I was born in Iraq, so what? If that is all I know then thats all I know – it has a different reality behind the black and white but it’s still black and white.
Fighting for a better life, I find different than fighting to impose your religous views on others and imposing your interpretation of life on them.
You chose to live in color. I don’t have a clear understanding of what that means, I can only assume. From my assumptions it’s a noble place, from my experience far beyond the majority of humanities consciousness, certainly my own.
Regardless, I marvel daily at the sunrise and sunset, at the complexity of human physiology, of the colors and textures of nature, thousands of different things. Still, I have decisions to make, responsibilites to carry out to my self and others.
Fear? Yes I have fear, fear of my own death however, isn’t one of them, if you have no fear then, IMHO you are either dead or a fool (well perhaps a very young child but that is a gift of youth and innocence).
In the end if you are happy, healthy and feel complete. Then I congratulate you and wish you that always.
White is no color, Black is all colors. Gray is a muddy mix of both.
