Contrast

Contrast.

Does it exist beyond colors and hues?

Can it exist within ourselves?

Sometimes do we house contradicting selves? Yearn for much, but two opposite poles? Follow several ideologies, despite them being disjoint?

Ever caught between “If it’s meant to be, it will be” and “If you want it, go get it?” Pondered upon interpreting hardships as a sign to stop trying or a challenge to make us stronger?

Ever caught yourself weighing in on fate and hard work, wondering what shaped you?

How is it, that we have a subtle requirement to fit in, always

But also the outrageous need to stand out?

Hope to be remembered for our similarities, and be a part of everyone But also strive to be different, to set ourselves apart from those very people

How is it, that we seek comfort in denial and uncertainty But also demand realism and clarity at its best?

How is it, that we characterize our nature by the solitude we yearn for?

But promptly crave human interaction and attention as well?

Are we sometimes too much but also never enough?

Are we always either one of them or a little of both?

Is it this Contrast that defines us, or is either end not a part of us? Do our choices portray our personality or are they merely responses to situations?

Do we ultimately rest ourselves at either end of the spectrum?

Or do we oscillate always, according to circumstances?

Will we ever choose one end independently? Or will a Contrast always exist?