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When the Jet Crow turns into the Silver Fox

Are you one of those people who gets a little spooked by the sudden surge of swiftly moving, dark clouds? You know, the kind that turn the sky a menacing, gloomy grey? I've got friends who genuinely fear that scene. Dark skies can certainly foster feelings of melancholy and sadness, dragging your mood down into the pits of gloom.

Ayam Cemani chickens - the Indonesian black chickens — are very rare. Yet they are still forced to sacrifice their lives because they are believed to hold mysterious powers to satisfy evil gods. My dad used to say that whenever a black goat, cat, dog, or hen disappeared, it was often taken for sacrifice. These rituals were thought to have the power to ward off demons. I hate that. How many more centuries will it take for us to stop such practices?

From Asian and Greek mythology to African folklore, black has long been a symbol of mystery, danger, and the underworld. We often associate black with, well, a whole lot of dramatic stuff. Despite black's elegance, power, and many positive qualities, no other colour is so widely linked with negative contexts. This is because primal fear is woven deep into the fabric of human culture and myth, and we instinctively feel safer in the light.

Why am I ranting about black now? Recently, a teammate showed me his silver hair and was genuinely worried. Yes, it was just a few strands that you had to search and find, but he was disturbed. The irony: after centuries of fearing the black, he was mourning the loss of it. I just had to laugh! Hey, it's a part of life. More than simple ageing, it's the social and psychological impact that makes someone worry.

I can't help him, of course. But I know he'll soon mature, and his wisdom will make him understand that it's absolutely fine. He'll become the confident Silver Fox he's meant to be.

My only question now is: why are we born with dark hair that fades to silver? By all logic, shouldn't God have done the opposite?  Unless… maybe He did want the dark hair to be a kind of built-in offering, a spiritual armour to protect our youth from evil spirits until we’re old enough to deal with it ourselves - and every silver strand is His quiet nod of trust, proof that He believes we’re ready to face the world with wisdom, grace, and confidence.  :wink:

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