Life is full of opposites and made bearable by compromises.

Black-and-white thinking has been my go-to. The answers are always uncompromisingly clear. That’s not to say they’re simple.

It’s been a struggle to break out of this mode of thinking. Although it is a painful way to look at problems and make decisions, there is comfort in knowing there is no gray area. There is no room for the unknown or unpredicted. Reasoning bends to one possibility or another, like light through a glass of water.

The truth is that the universe is not black and white. It is a static of endless colors. Overwhelming and opportunistic. It really is beautiful.

So, what are we doing here? What am I? Is the purpose to take in as much as possible, to understand it? Or to add to it? It all feels very heavy and completely invisible at the same time, like the weight of the atmosphere 12,000 feet above sea level.

There has to be more to being alive than facilitating the movement of something that will have no meaning now, or ever. Money is a white-and-black blinding distraction from the technicolor of the universe.

Have you ever wondered about what miracles of chance had to take place for a blade of grass to puncture the soil and grow up towards the sky?