As I grow older, take more responsibility of my life, and deepen my understanding, I question if losing your innocence, losing some of your light, has to be a part of growing up. Yes, life has shades of gray, though I believe some let themselves become colorblind. Seeing some shades lighter than they are... I've had several events in my life, recent events, that threatened to make see more shades of gray than there are... I noticed more often than not people only start seeing more shades of gray because of pain. The pain of surviving, but not living. The pain of trauma, of loss. And a decision, conscious or otherwise, to do something about it, that might not be for the best...
I view it as the responsibility of everyone to not let their own pain change or mold them into someone that would continue or spread that pain. And on those days that it can't be helped, to give grace as you would want grace...
Admittedly, this post is because I don't have a short story ready right now. I haven't gotten a handle on my current life yet. I have a new job, with tasks and responsibilities I'm learning. I'm getting older, gaining a deeper perspective on life. And I'm enacting changes to better my future. (While hearing the news and grappling with the current state of things.) Though nonetheless, I will continue, because I love writing. I'll continue to post every Friday. Though instead of a fictional scene, it may be whatever I'm pondering at the time. For those who have stuck with me through hiatuses, thank you. If your new, thanks for stopping by. Stay awhile. I'll be here every Friday.
