"50 Shades" by ARK

Black and white nowadays do not come as simply black or white.

Black does not exist. White does not either.


Today, what is wrong is no longer defined by these two colors. Today, there is only gray...all 50 shades of it.

Let us say you are stuck in a situation, and you do not like what is happening to you. Let us say you have two choices. And let us say these choices are Black and White. If you wanted to keep both colors, how can you let go of one? If you want balance, or if you want these two colors together, how can you begin to choose?

Let us say these two colors are your favorite. And let us say Black and White could talk. Let us pretend we could talk to colors. If you heard how much Black dislikes White for all its tendency to get dirty, would you begin to see how powerful the color Black seems to be? If you heard how much White dislikes Black's negativity and darkness, would you begin to see how pure and clean White seems to be? Today, everything has two sides.

Judging by what you know about these two colors, which one would you let go?

I wouldn't. I choose not to. Especially now that I can see clearly what Black is. I can see what White is. And I see that these two colors only look good when they are together. So if I can not have Black AND White, I would rather have gray.

The two colors are starting to get mad at me for refusing to choose. I do not want to choose. These colors need me now more than ever. They refuse to interact, and I am that little binding force that keeps them together. And I know I am not doing a good job. Still, I refuse to pick a color. I insist that Black is defined by White, and vice-versa. A yin-yang is not complete without both colors.

I guess I am gray right now. I guess now that they are getting upset with my indecisiveness, they have completely forgotten how they used to look good together. I am upset that they have discovered this thin line that separated them, and have chosen to live apart, simply because of that line.

I have two choices. But today, it is not so easy to choose because Black is no longer Black and White is no longer White. What you believe is good is no longer as easy to trust. What you believe is bad is no longer so evil. Innocence is no longer for the good. I learned that some bad people can appear innocent. Vice-versa.

Now I could only see a quiet war. As what really happens, colors do not talk. But a war has begun, I know. A chess game between two colors that used to make the most perfect art.