The changes happening in Egypt are bigger than us, and we are left with the difficult task of making sense of it all. When your country is being nearly built from scratch, it is difficult to detach your own identity from it.
Self questioning is inevitable. Who are you and what do you stand for? We as a people are questioning our identity, redefining it. Who are we and what do we stand for?
It starts by trying to develop a personal opinion, while staying open to others’ point of view. It is a strange feeling to be so convinced with your own views, yet so aware that the other side is right in their own mind. In a way, that thought humbles you.
From questions on the best political ideology to whether killing is ever justifiable, it is no longer as simple as a picking sides, and we are learning how to be in the middle of it all.
A choice between black or white tends often to create more problems than it solves. The nature of the color grey lends itself to represent both; a dismal compromise, and an embrace for contradiction.
“In the land of all black and all white, shouting grey is blasphemy.”
Grey is dangerous and tricky now? Isn’t grey that middle ground of safety?
Be it a daring blasphemy or a comfort zone, there is a general desire to be grey. Grey feels balanced, and balance feels right. Grey is subtle, easy on the eye, and match with all its fellow colors. Grey can also be bleak, sad, and dirty.
It is not only a question of black, white or grey. Many of us are faced with the difficult ordeal of choosing a particular shade of grey. They are most definitely not just 50. There are 80 million shades of grey in Egypt.
I’d suggest silver as one shade of grey. It shines and glimmers with the faintest light, but is in danger of eroding, tarnishing. Silver that is regularly used is safer from that danger. Keep questioning, keep reading, keep redefining.