Right or wrong; good or bad; up or down; black or white.
These things are easy for us to digest.
That area in-between is where we get lost.
I’m in the Grey right now. Trudging through.
I’ve got a line thrown down and tied to the dock, but I’m drifting.
Besides, I’m not the one griping the other end of the rope so, let’s hope it holds.
This blind faith, this completely insane trust, is how we are supposed to find our way through the Grey, to a better understanding of it maybe.
In this manner, we can learn how to live in the middle, steering clear of the extremes.
For me, I only became willing to tolerate the Grey when the pain and anguish of living in black-and-white became truly unbearable.