Preoccupied with your own daily affairs, and the mundane drudgery of attempting coursework, you think it's all spectral shades of grey and white. Just when you think it can't get any worse, Murphy's Law rears its ugly head and you stumble across a raven-black patch in the middle of it.
Sometimes, you need the mortality of the black stain, in order to see the stark contrast from the juxtaposition of the different shades: to view things and events in perspective, discerning the truth from your coloured perceptions.
And then you realize, belatedly, that: grey and white are actually the most beautiful colours in the world.
I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.