An Exploration of Juxtaposition

The urge to be happy

in the sad,

and sad

in the happy.

To assert some dominance over

circumstance.

Maybe out of spite,

or in search of the

divine balance

that universe demands.

To be angry in the peace,

and calm in the storm.

To be the provider of duality,

not the victim of it

To be in charge

of the complexities of life

not at their whims,

to externalize the

juxtaposition happening within,

to be a human.

To be a product of your environment,

and then to spite it.

Maybe living in spite of it all,

is still a product of

“it all”.

Maybe neutrality is the answer,

or detachment,

or flow,

maybe it is smiling at the appropriate time,

or crying when the script of circumstance

says to cry.

Or maybe some artistic balance of all of those.

I’m still not sure whose sailing this ship of life,

if it’s free will,

or ego,

or fate,

but I do believe that there is growth that can happen in the journey.

And as long as we are finding that,

and

leaning into it,

regardless of what expression fills our face,

or gut,

and regardless of if those are the same,

we will have served our

divine purpose to evolve.

To grow.

To shift.

To align.

And it won’t be clean.

It

won’t

be

linear,

but the dissonance is what will shape us.

The dirt is what reminds us that we are alive. Because we.

Are.

Alive!

I

Am

Alive!

I

Am

Here!

I

Am

Here!

I

Am

Here!

And that’s beautiful,

And ugly.

And the more I think about it, the more I realize that those are the same thing.