Right or wrong.
Summer or winter.
Day or night.
Maybes.
Spring and autumn.
Sunrise and sunsets.
I live in an ideal world of extreme opposites, of definite contrasts.
That good things happen to good people and bad things to bad ones.
But the intricacy of life was designed to marvel with grey areas
To challenge our minds with unknown variables
To stir our hearts through uncertainties and change.
We only have a beginning and ending that’s absolute.
But everything in between is a spectrum of maybes.
Of spring and autumns. Of sunrise and sunsets.