good bad in between and beyond
There are no good guys, and there are no bad guys. We each redeem and condemn ourselves moment by moment on any given day. I don't even know where that line is drawn. I suppose it's easy if you save a child from an oncoming car.
But is it the end result that only matters?
And what if that kid grows up to be a mass murderer? And, what if in the second before you acted, in that moment that people say stretches out forever as if time is standing still, the thought occurred to you that you could just watch it happen. Wait to see what kind of sound the tires would make as they futilely tried to stop. What then? Where is the beginning? Where is the ending?
All that we do does not matter - and if there is a point where we reexamine or pause for reflection, it really is just a peek into the middle of the plot, and nobody knows where this story is heading and no one can say with certainty where and when it began.. Nobody. Believe no one when they tell you they know. Especially me. Believe nothing I say.
Black, white, shades of grey - of that I'm sure. Doesn't even begin to cover anything, have you noticed? Throw in anything natural, anything of substance, and immediately you can recognize that those don't even begin to cover the spectrum at all. Not even close. Not by a mile.
But I do know this. I feel pretty shitty. Not compared to anything else. Just as it is. It is what it is. Why label it?
