That’s how I looked at life for many years. It’s how most people look at life. A battle, a striving.
The ring on my finger has the light and dark embracing, complementing, not opposing.
I finally see that when things seem dark, it doesn’t mean I’ve done or thought something wrong, and it doesn’t mean anyone else has either. It doesn’t mean God has abandoned me.
It’s just dark. Not bad, not good, just existing. The same way light is actually neither good nor bad. It just is. And it is always there, right alongside the dark. Not battling it. Just shining quietly beside it.
Once we can allow both light and dark to just be, that’s when we rise above judgment, above polarity, above the need to be right, the need to have everything as we hoped or imagined. Once we live that way every moment, we are, in a word, ironically…