Is it ever right to do the wrong thing? Or, for that matter, is it ever wrong to do the right thing? I hate grey! Grey mist, grey hair, grey areas. I hate them all. Life is so much simpler in black and white. The crisp naivety of black and white is fresh, it’s clear, it’s simple. Grey is complex, tortured and foggy. You can’t see through it, as you can with black and white
Yet, in life, so much is grey. I ask again, is it ever right to do the wrong thing? Right and wrong used to be like black and white. But now they’re grey. Can anyone discern? Is it ever right to lie or should we always tell the truth? If we were always compelled to be absolutely honest, all the time, would the truth we tell cause too much harm? Would it be too much to bear? Is it right to watch the suffering suffer, when modern medicine could ease them from pain and distress into oblivion? Or is that wrong?
Is it right or wrong to take a life? “Do not kill…” murder is wrong. Murder is illegal and yet we spin it using terms such as, active duty; patriotism; security; freedom-fighting; the greater good; abortion; and mercy killing. So is it ever right to do the wrong thing? I hate grey! The grey of a young girl discovering an unwanted pregnancy. The fear of grey. The horror of grey. Grey is uncertain. Grey wants to run away. Black and white would take control; would know what to do; who to see; the next step would be clear. But grey is angry and frightened. Grey doesn’t know where to turn. Grey makes hasty decisions. Grey leaves a trail of devastation in its wake. I hate grey! Grey is my enemy.
Today I came face to face with my enemy – powerlessness personified. The grey that threatens to take away that which I do not know. Take away before it has a chance to be known. To remove potential as yet unrealised. To take it from me, though I fight with all my black and white to keep it. Grey will take it away. My black and white tears flow down the grey river as powerless resignation overwhelms the deep yearning within. The secrets of the soul are wrapped in grey. Grey coats them with searing pain and crushing helplessness.
Is it ever right to do the wrong thing?
There are consequences to every action. Thoughts determine every action…”As a man thinks, so he is” There are consequences for every thought. Black and white and grey. Each has a consequence. Some are right and others are wrong and some are grey.
I hate grey and grey is all around me.