A Beautiful Duality
I had a completely terrible day at work yesterday which I was intending to post about but have since decided it isn't worth revisiting unless the issue persists. I went to practice with swollen eyes from crying and a throbbing headache. I would have liked to just lay down on that hill and never move again. But there were my friends. My fellow Rausumeans and other fighters who wanted to talk with me, were concerned about me, wanted me to go and fight with them. And simply their presence and the energy of the fighting and the sounds of people having a good time started to fill the emptiness that was aching in my mind. As I lay there on the hill staring at the clouds I realized they were moving in the wrong direction. It was an eerie and exciting realization that struck me full in the face and jarred my mind free. The rest of the evening was spent in giggling frivolity with my friends, all thought of stress and strife vanished. It felt great to smile so widely knowing I had been ready to fall apart just hours earlier. In a snap there it was, my ability to manage stress, found in a moment of peaceful familiarity contrasted with striking abnormality. An absolute parallelism that helped me realign. Today my mind is light and I feel positive about the world. Reality is a beautiful duality and the balance between the two ends.