We’ve heard the stories and demonstration of the “no grey area” clause, you must choose either or. Then there’s the idea that life isn’t just black and white.
I’ve come to find that, I’m very intrigued by the grey area–the questionable ethics that fall into the various levels of grey.
I find that to be the most interesting part of a person. The bad stuff. The secrets, the skeletons, the die to the grave information that everyone is reluctant to tell. I actually have found that I fall in love with it, because it’s where the true heart of vulnerability lies in each of us. The Grey Area.
Think about the metaphor in the color depicted into the shows, books, and movies that we watch. It’s the reason for our obsession with Grey’s Anatomy, Scandal and Fifty Shades of Grey etc. We’re tied into the adultery, sin, lies, mess and deceit in the name of true love, because it makes us question the mystery of what is or what should be. Is the lie, deceit, sex, or sin really deceitful or a lie if it’s true to one’s being?
The Grey Area tends to color outside of the lines, remixing one way into another.
It redefines love, sin, right and wrong. Crazily enough, the thrill is in the confusion–the imperfection. It’s the fight of Romeo and Juliet. The desire and freedom with Rose and Jack.
Sometimes we let the moral clause behind religion, class, status, and/or race define what is proper for us.
To me, the open possibility of anything is the true grey area. The what-if’s of life. The possibility of something or someone. It’s the Grey area that makes living all the more worth it, and it opens the imagination to no limitations or boundaries.
As I said earlier, I find it to be the most interesting and intriguing parts of a person (“The merging of what was, what is, and not yet what could be, lies in the vulnerability and the potential of ones story”).
But I think we all can admit that there’s no picture better than a grey one. #classic