Somewhere between the innocent bliss of childhood and the undefined feeling of adulthood you start to lose the rosy held view of the world, where the dichotomy between good and bad break cleanly. No, today the line blurs ever more as you realise the world is more nuanced then you could ever think. This can be good, and it can be bad, but it rarely leaves a situation clearly defined. As such it is sometimes hard to know where to turn to, and what to believe. It is, and always be, a mystery for the ages where only the individual can decide.