Life is often found in a shade of indescribable grey left only to be deciphered by the one living it. This causes a lot of debate and argument over something that neither party really has control over. I can't tell you why it is this way, but I can relate it to truth and life in general.
We'll pretend I'm a color blind person for a second here and ponder this:
I hold a lighter to a man on my right and ask "What color is my lighter?" The man on the right says "Red, your lighter is definitely red"
"Ok" I reply and turn to my left and ask the man on the left "What color is my lighter?"
The man on the left says "Blue, your lighter is not red, it is blue!".
Confused, I then ask a man standing directly in front of me, "What color is my lighter?"
"Yellow, it is neither blue, nor red, but bright yellow!", exclaims the man to my front.
Some people would think that two of these three men is lying. In fact, it could be neither man is lying. Being hypothetically color blind, this lighter is neither red, blue or yellow, but grey. Perhaps the man on the right honestly saw red, and the man on the left saw blue and the man in front saw yellow. It doesn't matter because no matter how many people tell me that the lighter is one color or another, it doesn't alter my vantage point. I see grey. I see only grey. I see always grey. Why then would I ask something like "what color is my lighter if my only color seen is grey and various shades therein?" Simply to gain the perspective of others. Just because I only see grey doesn't mean that grey is the only color to be seen.
Life has this funny way of coating itself in this hard candy shell of "greyness". It has this chaotic 'battleship grey', a cold 'statue grey', a warm 'midsummer thunderstorm grey', and this faint 'nocturne grey' that subjects all it touches to the perspective of the viewer. Sometimes it has this false sense of color, but that's just personal bias in disguise.
