There is a comfort in being grey. You do not have to pick a side. You do not have to explain yourself. You can move between opinions, between choices even between people. You can avoid judgement, skip questions and stay safe. But the problem with grey is that it stands nowhere.
Life demands clarity. When you choose black, you are ready to face what comes with it. When you choose white, you are prepared to defend it. But when you remain in the middle, you become a bystander. You let others make the decisions, take the risks and live with the outcomes. You stay untouched but also unnoticed.
Being black or white does not mean being rigid. It means being sure. It means saying this matters and that does not. It means drawing a line, even when it brings discomfort to people. The world moves because some choose to act while others hesitate. Because some say no when others nod.
Grey feels peaceful. But it slowly takes away your sense of direction. You forget what you believe in. You start to repeat things you once questioned. You begin to live off borrowed strength. And at some point you realise that your voice no longer makes an impact. Because it never stayed firm enough to be heard.
Pick a side. Not because one is always right. But because standing for something is better than standing for nothing. People who are clear may lose more. They may be misunderstood. But at least they live with their spine straight and their head clear. There is more strength in being wrong with honesty than in being right without a stand.
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