We are young and are attracted to color- what is your favorite color? It's never gray or beige or nondescript. It's something bold or primary. Red! Blue! Pink(!) (pink is the exception here)
Then we become jaded. And what I see that means is that the world turns gray- not puke green or even dirty brown- but shades of gray. Things that were black and white no longer belong to one camp or the other- no enemies or friends, no with us or against us, not even a dark side and the force.
It is not an unlikable gray but a place many are uncomfortable with. And I would even venture to say that you earn the title of adult (maybe of enlightened adult) when you accept the grayness of the world.
Someone told me an old Buddhist saying- when we are young, the mountain is a mountain; when we are a little older, the mountain becomes something more; when we reach a certain level of enlightenment, the mountain again is a mountain.
A mountain all the same, but perhaps a little grayer.
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