Lately life has felt a lot like this — contorted and overpowering, like I’ve been sucked into the vortex, crushed by the heaving beast, and dragged over the jagged reef below.
Like surfing, life is a dance, and sometimes we’re confronted by the power of the ocean beneath us — vertically plunging, spiraling helpless below.
But then we look up, and shimmers of light call us to the surface. Beautiful calm beckons. The wave passes, everything is okay. After the beating, we smile — because the beauty of the wave is the sum of all these experiences beneath it, the dual existence of peace and power, pleasure and pain, hardship and ease.
Dualism abounds. Everything has purpose. There is beauty to be found in all of life’s moments.