Where Are The Shades of Gray?

A tinge of White here. A bit of Black there. And now hold you breath, for we have for ourselves Gray. Gray? But what is this Gray? Why is it that this colour which respresents the balance of a mundane life elude me? All through my sane years I've lived life in Black and White. Like a two dimensional matrix incapable of holding anything but pure ecstacy or infuriating gloom. Or like a multiple choice question devoid of answers like "Maybe", "Don't know" and "Can't say".

The question to be answered then - "Is Gray a Can't or a Won't?". If I allow my last ounce of optimism to leave the door slightly ajar, then the fish bone analysis points to the next logical question - "Why do I do this to myself?". If I knew the answer to this I would perhaps start seeing Grays. Or is convincing myself that I don't have an answer just another attempt by Black to rid my life of Grays?

Life is full of highs and lows... Ride the highs to new zeniths so that when you drop to the nadirs, the fall is so great that you bounce back up to an even higher zenith...