People. You know. This whole meaning. Not why we live: each person has a different answer for that. How we live. Now, that’s a question that so many of us can agree on pondering. Tell me, how often do you think of all of the random people you meet on the street every day? Sure, you’ll see some asshole make a fool of himself and think of him as an asshole until you find someone else to think about, like that guy who just fed a starving man. How noble he must be. But think about the other people. You see the blackness of the world, or, the assholes, and the whiteness, the angels or the starved feeders. But you never really think of the gray people. Why not? Aren’t they the same as the whiteness and the blackness? Isn’t the grayness just as beautiful? And guess what? Odds are: you’re a gray, too. Just like me and oh so many in the world. So many people make it a mission to get out of the gray, either by the blackness or the whiteness. Which either land them in a cell somewhere or have themselves regarded so highly that they can’t handle the white and fall into the blackness. People don’t understand that there is a difference between being noticed and being confident. The people who want to be noticed strive for the black or the white. But the confident are okay with the gray, comfortable with the gray. They’re just satisfied with their color, and that is who they are.