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Tonight, I was asked if I am happy.

“For the most part,” I answered.

“That means ‘no’,” he replied,
“Life is black or white.”

“No,” I argued,
“Life is shades of gray.”

But even as I said it,
I thought, what if he is right?
What if everything can be reduced
down to a “yes” or “no” answer
and all of this reasoning
in the grays
is simply a waste of time?

If that’s the case,
I guess he’s right:
I’m not happy.

So I hold onto my belief
of gray areas –
I want to believe I am happy
or at least
that I’m in the vicinity.