A woman just fell into despair, while across the world a man is rediscovering hope. A brother is being betrayed, and a sister forgiven. An infant is entering this world, and a teenager just chose to leave. This very moment is the best and worst so far in thousands of lives.
I told my mom this on the phone today. She said it was a beautiful thought, one she hadn’t yet experienced. I wondered how. Acknowledging this balance is the only thing that keeps me afloat when I’m drifting. It’s what keeps me steadily positioned between miserable and inspired. Life is as much laughs and smiles as it is screams and tears.
Why everything must be symbiotic and shifting and symmetrical, I’ll never know. Whether joy is the absence of sadness or sadness the absence of joy, I can’t tell you. I’ve been told that darkness is the absence of light, but light could just as well be the absence of darkness. What I do know is that this is the way things must be. It’s the only way things possibly could be.
So when I’m sad, I try to think of myself as a conduit for someone else’s happiness. When I’m happy, I give a silent nod to whoever was chosen to sacrifice for me.
Life’s perpetual redistribution of circumstance in pursuit of symmetry is the abettor of ruthless competition as much as it is the ambassador of comradery. Freedom and tyranny are as interdependent as beautify and ugliness, and can be found in varying concentrations everywhere we look.
When the coin is flipped and you land on the sunny side, bask in it while you can, because soon it will be flipped once again. When you’re dealt a bad hand, be patient. Someone is on their way to trade seats.