All through our younger, innocent days, we were given only options. Chocolate or icecream. Study or play. Good girl or bad girl. Yes miss or no miss. This or that. Everything was either black or white. We liked something or we did not. End of story and end of confusion.
As we grow up, we see that faint line of grey emerging between the black and white. It grows so thick that the black and white fades into a thin line. With that comes the realisation. There's nothing right or wrong in anything. It is only a matter of perception. To each ones own. Hence, the beginning of conflict within ourselves.
As we grow up, we see that faint line of grey emerging between the black and white. It grows so thick that the black and white fades into a thin line. With that comes the realisation. There's nothing right or wrong in anything. It is only a matter of perception. To each ones own. Hence, the beginning of conflict within ourselves.
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