“If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.”

If we could get the hang of it entirely, it would take too long; All we know is the splash of words in passing and falling twigs of song. And when we try to eavesdrop on the great presences, it is rarely that, by a stroke of luck, we can appropriate even a phrase entirely. If we could find our happiness entirely in somebody else's arms, we should not fear the spears of the spring nor the city's yammering fire alarms. But, as it is, the spears each year go through our flesh and almost hourly. Bell or siren banishes the blue Eyes of Love entirely. And if the world were black or white entirely, and all the charts were plain, instead of a mad weir of tigerish waters-- a prism of delight and pain. We might be surer where we wished to go, or again we might be merely bored, but in brute reality there is no road that is right entirely.
We have all learned that there most definitely is a right and wrong- but what about the line between the two? How do you distinguish between whether something really is completely right, or really is completely wrong? Well, I believe that a lot of things in life aren't either black or white, but a shade of gray. Maybe a dark gray: leaning more towards wrong, but with slight good intentions, or maybe a light gray: Only good means at heart, with a not so good way of going about it. Sometimes, things are different than we are taught. Sometimes there are exceptions. Every so often, there are times when we must
blur the lines.