I haven't been feeling well lately, so I was going to follow up my earlier post with the acknowledgement that my self-knowledge and acceptance comes at a cost, which is suffering. I am keenly aware of the duality of things, that suffering is the other side of joy, that love is not wholly complete without loss, that you don't fully understand happiness until you have experienced sorrow, or know peace unless you have faced terror and chaos and pain. I know how rock-bottom feels and up until today, that was going to be the subject of my post, that it must be recognized how tragic it is that I survived the worst of my bipolar disorder and then years of awful medication withdrawal only to be brought down by migraines. It is truly terrible and unfair that I must find happiness in little things because otherwise there might be no happiness at all.
|Happiness is as simple as this.|