When I was younger the lines were so sharply drawn, everything was either right or wrong, good or bad, legal or illegal, moral or immoral, black or white.
The blackest of blacks, the whitest of whites, separated by a razor-thin divide.
As I grew older the grey began to creep in, and the lines became blurred, indistinct.
As I approach the winter of my days, the grey area has spread further, become all-encompassing, black and white no longer seem to exist any more.
Now I find it almost impossible to venture even the smallest opinion, or make the most trivial decision.
©2012 Stephen. J. Green.