The sky is blue. It is one of the first truths we are told.
And it is.
It is also pink, red, mauve, lavender, sometimes fuchsia and even black.
The older I have gotten, and the more I know, the more I realize what I don't know. I have had to revisit some truths I have forever held. I have had to tweak those beliefs. I have developed more of a sense of intrigue rather than judgement with the things I don't understand, striving to understand the circumstances that may make things appear differently to someone else than they do me. As much as the sky is blue, it sometimes is actually a very beautiful pink.