Pendulum
Are black and white ever truly options? Or are we forever stuck in the gray space that operates in between?
Reaching, hand and mind outstretched, toward either side in
search of answers, naively thinking they’re graspable. Each offers definitive
resolve, a much desired yes or no.
In truth, extending towards one side only makes it so the
other seems closer, and as we infinitely move in one direction, the other moves
towards us. Appealing to us. Wanting us to select it.
So, we shift our gaze, reaching back to accept it, only to
find it starting to move away, and the answer we originally sought creeping up
towards us, yet also still out of reach.
Like a constantly oscillating pendulum, such we are, never
able to decisively capture the elusive truth on either side.
Stuck.
Somewhere in the middle, but never at a finite point in
space and time.
Until we make a decision, and such we are stuck with that
choice. But it is a choice with caveats and nuances and muddied waters.
Unable to contemplate further or experience the alternatives
and counterfactuals.
Stuck.
Swinging, or selecting the choice we’d never thought
we’d have to make.
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