Shades of gray

Sometimes I wonder when will happiness come along? I seem to be stuck in a period of conformism with everything that surrounds me. I want to be happy, yet I lack the courage to try something new or bold, something that would make me happy, or who knows… sad. I guess at this point anything is better than this reality I’m living, if you can call this is living. I am stuck in a world of shades gray, with no color and no blacks and whites. I long for at least a speck of color, even if in the end it is just black. Anything seems to be better than this perpetual monotony that is supposed to be life.