Have you ever wondered if you were indeed a good person? I mean, have you ever figured out what it takes to be a nice person? Suddenly I have realized that the definition keeps on changing as we grow older, as things change around us. It’s not what others feel about us, since it’s not possible that everyone around feels that you are nice.
I don’t know if I am good or evil or like most of us I am just another drab shade of grey. But I would like to know but to know I need to experiment and when I experiment, if I am not powerful enough, I will never be able to be sure if I can get back.
And that just irritates me. Not knowing the answers I always thought I knew. The definition of nice is no longer simple, it’s no longer black and white. Life isn’t simple anymore.
That’s the point of time you begin to wonder, what am I here for?