You know…

Life,

in all its complexity,

often gets funneled down into these...

models,

these…

constructs.

Everyone is on now about spectrums…

everyone weighing their scales,

their gradients,

as if existence neatly slots into these predefined lanes.

I think what if it kinda doesn't?

I KNOW ITS NOT CONVENIENT TO THINK THIS SO MAYBE ITS NOT CONVENIENT TO SAY IT EITHER

(i think)

I KNOW ITS NOT CONVENIENT TO THINK THIS SO MAYBE ITS NOT CONVENIENT TO SAY IT EITHER (i think)

Every moment,

emotion,

and perception

is its own entity,

a unique color if you will,

that doesn't quite fit into the color wheels we've constructed.

It's as if we're looking at a painting and insisting on seeing only primary colors,

when in reality,

there's a symphony of shades and hues that defy categorization.

People,

stories,

the very narratives that surround us,

they've often been guilty of simplifying this grand tapestry.

And it's both bewildering and restricting.

It's like being handed a palette with only three colors and being told to paint your dreams.