When I was a kid, I wanted to be a superhero.
I was raised on Marvel and DC. Where every situation was black and white. People were inherently good or evil, and the problems you need to face are right in front of your face.
As I grew older, I learned that the world is neither black nor white. The world, in fact, is almost entirely made up from varying shades of grey. People are rarely good or evil actually the majority of people I know are flawed and are trying their best to be kind despite those flaws.
Isn’t that funny? How when we are children the world seems so simple, cut and dry. As we get older that rug slowly gets pulled out from underneath us and leaves us with a feeling that we never really knew anything at all.
Cycles of the Moon 