Day 27 "Both Sides"

Why does everything have the chance to cause us pain?

Why is everything such a double edged sword?

How is it possible that things that can bring us such pleasure can hide their faults and their sharp edges for so long?

I understand that anything worth having, anything worth creating, anything worth fighting for has its risks; and I refuse to let this fact deter me in any way at all from going after what I desire.

I openly accept the painful response to taking a chance.

There is no one who speaks with a tongue incapable of spitting venom, and no one who does not already know how to strike straight through to your heart if they need to.

It is only an illusion of safety that we have.

Behind anyone's smile is a darkness hidden, some deeper and more clouded than others, and everyone is quite capable of creating a wound if they are exposed in the wrong light.

Of course this is not and should not be considered all negative, for how can anyone trust a one sided mind or a one sided heart?

How can anyone know happiness without the knowledge of overcoming a hard struggle?

How can a smile be known as a smile without a frown to compare it to?

There is no one who can forever avoid seeing anything they hold dear from being exposed in both lights; but that is not a bad thing is it?

Does this duality not make everything a bit more dynamic, a bit more interesting...a bit more deep?

I don't complain about an onion stinging my eyes after I cut it open, to be honest, I think it is quite funny.

I hope they never create an onion that does not make everyone in the room cry, because some pains are expected and entertaining...some pain is just part of the deal.

I don't complain when things get messy and a bit chaotic in a relationship, or in life, because I expect that at one point or another that you will always come see the other side of the swords edge.

I only complain when the sword stays hidden to avoid the honesty of confrontation, when the blade stays hidden away in its sheathe; pretending to have no edge whatsoever.

Accept that positive thought has a negative lover.

Accept that beneath all beauty is an interesting ugliness.

Accept that happiness is earned through struggle.