Of Blacks and Whites.

Okay so this friend of mine sowed this thought in my mind. “Is it true that even a rock can melt with love?”

Well scientifically, a rock is brittle. So it will fall into pieces if you try to apply pressure on it. So dear philosophy, shut the fuck up! But reading between the lines, we’re talking about people. And people, to begin with, are shades of grey. That is, they have both blacks and whites. So she said, “But some people are just so black. Always black. Raven black. It’s like they want to be black so that no color could make its mark on them. No color could be visible.”

“White!” I said. Mix white. You’ll see grey. And that’s what all of us are. Shades of grey?! There are people who keep switching between the two sides (which explains the theory of mood swings), and some people keep the jolly whiter on top of the stack of feelings. But there is a third kind: people who choose to put their darker side on display. Now there’s always a history behind that. You may not see it, but it is the foundation. Some past experience, or some incident, or whatever it may be. Those people have super public control. And there are times when I feel like learning that skill from them.

“So then everyone is grey. Right?” Her inquisitiveness rose. And I tried to quench it. “No, this was just about the black and white. But life is much beyond that. It’s full of colors. And human nature keeps changing colors according to situations.” So there are reds: of anger and adoration, yellows: of energy, greens: of jealousy, blues: of calm, and so on.

But if you argue that their black side camouflages all these colors, then there is always a white that will be there to conquer it. And if you can’t see beyond the black, you got to strive to bring out the white side of them, if you’re so determined. ;)