Seeing nuance in issues that others view as black and white can be both enriching and exhausting. It’s a strange kind of loneliness to stand in the grey areas, aware that truth rarely fits neatly into one camp or another. When I try to express that complexity, I’m often misunderstood by both sides; too cautious for one, too compromising for the other. Yet real life, real people, and real morality are far more intricate than slogans or hashtags can capture.

It’s entirely possible, even healthy, to agree and disagree at the same time. You can recognise the value in someone’s argument while still questioning their conclusions. You can want justice yet doubt the methods used to pursue it. You can admire tradition while welcoming change. Holding conflicting opinions doesn’t make you indecisive; it makes you honest about the world’s complexity and the limits of your own understanding.

At times, it’s draining to live in this tension, to resist the comfort of easy answers. But perhaps it’s also where empathy grows, in the willingness to listen deeply, to imagine why someone might see things differently. The world doesn’t need more certainty; it needs more curiosity, more grace for contradiction, and more people willing to dwell in the in-between spaces. That’s where we find truth, not as a fixed point, but as a living, shifting conversation that keeps us humble, human, and connected.