I have a good new and bad new... Which one should I tell first?
Life is a messed up mystery that no one really understands. Sometimes it's fascinating, other times it's detestable. It has beautiful, wonderful, pleasant things, and it also has terrible, horrifying, painful things.
One of the most terrible things about life is illness. Nobody wants to be sick, at least not consciously, I believe.
Just recently, I was telling a friend that when I was a child and I had a birthday, I used to get annoyed when many people would say, "I owe you a gift, but I wish you good health." I would feel disappointed; I wanted a material gift. Instead, they would offer me health, which I thought I had plenty of. Now, I long for my good health—feeling my body in harmony, feeling vitality and lightness, getting rid of this discomfort that paralyzes me so often and steals my energy.
Illness has nothing pleasant about it. It can leave us many lessons, maybe, but it has nothing beautiful—it's ugly, horrible, cruel, sometimes relentless.
Fortunately, life, with its intense shades, also gives us beautiful things—very beautiful things—a flower, a hummingbird, a starry night, the ability to laugh. I could make a long list of the ugly things in life and another long list of the beautiful things.
But if I talk about beautiful things... Guess what?
Of course, the most cliché: love. And there are many types of love, but this time I’m referring to romantic love, the love between partners. I believe we’ve all felt it at some point, and it’s wonderful when it’s reciprocated and people can be together. How beautiful it is to fall in love! I think that if romantic love didn’t exist, a big part of the magic of life would be missing.
As long as it's a healthy, mutual love, where those involved feel comfortable, happy, and satisfied, being in love is something very beautiful that is part of life as we know it.
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