It was easy back then when we were kids. Black and white. Right and wrong. It was a piece of cake. When in wrong, just say sorry. No guilt. No feeling sorry for yourself. It was a piece of cake. Say thank you. Say excuse me. Say please. You'll then get all the cookies, love and affection.
As we grow older, things got blurrier. Everything was mixed up. We start seeing more, feeling more, learning more, talking more. The good and the bad all inside our head, hitting and slamming into us like restless waves.
New colors were introduced to us. Blue, red, yellow. And then, you learn how to mix them up. And then you get beige, pink, magenta, ocean blue, whichever color you want. The world was yours as you slowly forget the basic colors. Your roots. Your needs. You get greedier. You forget everything else as you grow.
Do we say thank you when we steal? Do we say I'm sorry when we murder. Do we say please when we shoplift?
We slowly make up excuses for our wrong beings. We start to believe in God, taboos, witchcraft; whichever teachings or beliefs that reflect our own. Something we can hide our wrong doings and turn it into something else which we THINK is noble or right. We start to confide in them because it helps us feel better inside. That we have something to help us support our sad pathetic excuses.
You want to explore more colors. And if you get an ugly one, or one which you do not want, you'll say it's fate. Or it's all in God's hands. We get to bring justice in our wrong doings. Twisted little world.
Where are our carefree young happy souls? We're just hiding inside this shallow body of ours cause we care about what the world thinks. We live according to society. Fear, ego, bla bla bla.
All because it's much more "prettier" or "exciting" than just the basic dull black and white.
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