Gray?

What does gray mean? Is it the hue you find between two polarizing ends of the color spectrum, black and white, or is it a sign that life is steady beginning its transition – moving from boyhood to manhood, fully realizing your place in the world, your social identity, the fragility of your body and the resolve of your soul. Maybe gray is a testament to survival, a badge of honor, if you will, to mark the triumphant defeat of adolescent angst, and teenage rebellion. Those years you took up ice skating to glide through college, the realization that you're now responsible for all of your own bills, and the cementing weight around your ankles called adulthood – what you want to do having now been replaced with what you have to do. Gray should be a badge that is worn to lead a parade or procession along a championship route. It is my sign that I've endured and I'm ready to tackle the next obstacles life will throw my way. It is my sign that I will leave a mark on this world; it is my sign that I should of plucked the damn thing out this morning when I first saw it.