Day, night. Inhale, exhale. Simple, complicated. Beautiful, ugly.
Life is filled with opposites that cannot exist one without the other. We tend to reach for the bright spots, the highs, the pretty. But we would never recognize these things if not for the shadows, the lows, the unattractive.
Some days I try to rest in the middle. Pause and embrace both sides. Some days, it takes long arms and a big reach. And after awhile, I am exhausted.
Some days, I choose a side. There are times when it cannot be helped. And those are the days when I feel most alive.
Darkness is not the same as evil. Beauty is not the same as good. Answers are not the same as wisdom.
I want to be the wanderer, moving in and out of light and shadow, reaching for the sun as I grow deep roots.
I want to be pulled in all directions, up, down, in, out, left, right.
I want to scramble up a trellis like a vine gone wild and throw rose-scented light to the world.