There is something strange—something that grips both the mind and the inner soul.
A kind of phobia, but of nothing in particular.
A dread of absence.
A kind of dullness settling within us toward everything in life, born of losing everything we built our lives around.
Our stories never stay the same. They will not follow a single pattern.
Sometimes they bring joy, sometimes sorrow—but they never stop moving.
Now, in all these secret rooms, we will begin to understand:
Life was created in all its forms and colors.
Bright, dark.
It is never entirely white, nor entirely black.
Some days, you’ll notice situations and trials that take on a shade of gray—
And that is the nature of life,
Restoring balance by blending all its tones.

_ Sara Abi El Ezz