The Adventures Of John B : The Sacred Stone

Chapter 34 - Sadly, We Are Human.

V I V I A N -

Black and white.

That's how we see the world.

This is good, and this person is bad- we tell ourselves that there is only right and wrong, immoral and moral.

But can it really be that way?

Is it fair to say that a person motivated by righteousness could never turn to sin in the process? Someone who wants to protect their morals so much that they will go to any lengths? Is it fair to say someone fueled by hate will always be that way, that they can never change what's unchangeable at heart?

Is it fair to say that there may be a gray area in between, a cluster of man's ruins and triumphs?

And who's to decide what can be right and wrong- who's to say that we don't have a million shortcomings exposed in the average day?

Who's to say that the girl who gossips is different from the man who lies?

Who's to say that one is worse?

Who's to say that they lack any faults at all?

It's impossible to be good without bad, without it- nothing can be distinguished.

Some days you may be in your worst state of mind- and in others, you may be in the best you've been in a long time.

After all,

In such a colorful world, can the world seem so dull?

In such a colorful, wonderfully complex and beautiful world, can things- can human interaction and action be so simple?

In such a colorful world, can there really only ever be two colors?

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I stared at the woman, bundled in a pile of blankets.  Held by soft hands of fabric- protected by a false sense of security and warmth. A single sheet wrapped around and around a shaking body, giving more than a human ever had, than a mother had ever tried to.  

"Hey."

Eyelashes fluttered as sharp eyes stuck their gaze on my somber face.

"Hi."

"You okay?"

Jolene gave a half smile, mustering the only morsel of patience that she had left.  

Maybe she was tired of being asked that.

 I looked into those mesmerizing eyes, a mirror rippling only across the surface- a reflection of myself laid out for the world to see.

Maybe I was too.

Maybe I hadn't even taken the time to delve deep into those waters, to discover who she was.  Maybe I've been too focused on myself, too narrow-minded in an expansive mind.

"Kinda, thanks for asking."

I'm barely scratching the surface, moving the waves until they are what I want them to be- someone like me. 

"..Can I tell you something, Jolene?"

I wanted you to agree, to act, to love, to view the world as I do.

Her eyebrows raised slightly, a genuine reaction from a practiced face- one that was so used to forming expressions that emotions were just tools to be used rather than to be felt.