A mug that brews up with the news of change spreads a savouring aroma. Change whether good or bad, pulls us from our usual course of living life. Each page of the book that narrates  the story of life flips with a change.  The moments brightened completely by exuberance or the phases dulled fully by grievance align our mentalities into monotony.  A change pushes or pulls us towards a path driven by motivation and challenges. A change expels the negativity and expends the positivity to create a balance in our character.

A soul will be hunting for quietude, and it's physicality would be caught in a cobweb of eternal madrush.  The conflict between fetishes of mind and the incorruptible heart places the body in a space painted with grey. There is no lucid black or white.  A tainted white, or a partial black is all that defines human race. 
The realm of reality is  silhouetted  against the sky of denial.  Our to and fro movement in a spatial state of grey is our journey of life. We are never able to attain the clarity and entirety of black or white.