I try so hard not to judge and not to see things black and white.
Because, I don’t always believe black is the bad side and white is the good side. If I stay too long in one place, then everything become either pitch black, or cleanly white. Sometimes there is something in between, but not too much.
Moving out, or in, challenge me to counter everything in my head, because then I meet various people and face lots of choices.
Does it make me see things in grey shade? Or sephia?
No, it becomes colorful.
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