There is black and white. There is complete understanding, comfort, and knowing that things will be, or will fail to be.
And then there is gray. There is the mix of light and dark, black and white, of knowing and unknown.
I have come to understand that the colors of my journey are often shrouded in a veil of gray, which is a place of growing … the grounded graceful padding of a wild cat, and the soaring of an eagle. Without the journey, the destination has little appeal to me.
I believe that possibilities, hopes, and dreams lie in the glow of this veil, and that mystery is where the magic happens.
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