It is gray
What is?, she asks
Life
Life is gray?
Yes, I reply
What makes gray?, she asks
Pardon?
Gray is composed of white and black
(I stare at her blankly)
White is clean, good, hopeful, pure, she offers
White is sterile and bleak, I counter
The glass is half full, says she
(I roll my eyes upward)
Look, she says, losing patience with me
You need opposites to survive
Good and bad
Yin and yang
Black and white
Life is bad, yes
Life is also good
Life is what you make it at any given moment
I am in no mood for this, say I
You want me to let you be miserable?, she asks
YES, yes I want to be miserable....I AM miserable!
She nods and begins to walk away
I want to call her back but....
I look down at the glass in my hand and....
It is definitely half empty.
Whether the glass is half empty or half full is not that important : I'm going to drink it anyway. What should be important is what's in it : gray life or red blood ?
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