Day Nineteen - Something Gray

Interesting prompt. Gray areas are a hot topic of conversation around here.

I do not have much space for them. Gray areas.

I am a black and white thinker.

Black and white.

Good and bad.

Right and wrong.

Yes and no.

Never maybe. Never sort of. Never kinda, ish, sometimes.

I am often told this is flawed thinking. I am often told to navigate within the gray areas.

I appreciate that not everyone sees things this way. I appreciate that many can make exceptions for themselves and others on a great many varying factors.

I don't. For myself. Or others.

I respect consistency. I am drawn to strength. Of character. I find integrity to be the most attractive of all qualities. And those things do not exist in gray areas. They exist in the extremes.

Progress is not found in gray areas. The middle road of reluctance does not produce impassioned invention. And that is what I seek.

Deep, spiritual growth does not come from the gray area. Healing is not there either. I cannot learn in the gray area.

Gratitude for gray ...

I have the deepest gratitude for the gray hairs on my head. They speak to the length of time for which I have been traveling in this body.

And the gray skies that sometimes accompany a sad afternoon. They speak to my soul as an utterance from all the Gods that ... everything weeps. And washes away what needs to go. To make space for fresh smells and ... GROWTH.