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The Path of partnered joy.


    If you ever want to appreciate the joys of living a rather calm way of life, then in all that comes with and for it, be truthful to yourself. 

    We walk many paths with all the niceties, soft grounds, but amidst them are uncertainties and thorns.
Be it tangible, good, bad or otherwise, they all count to as a means to an end. Quantum physics explains what has been used as a brilliant metaphor albeit as a literary perfection using the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle; “You can never simultaneously know the exact position and the exact speed of an object’. Uncertainty is often explained as a result of measurement, that the act of measuring an object, changes its speed or vice versa; the real origin is much deeper and intriguing.

    “Joy and woe are woven fine.” William Blake’s line from the poem “Auguries of Innocence” elegantly and simply nibbles from the same kernel of wisdom. For what better way to put it but call it the myths of happiness. We may think we know whether a particular turning point should make us laugh or cry, but the truth is that positive and negative events are often entwined, rendering predictions about consequences—which may cascade in unexpected ways—exceedingly complex. Similarly, when we consider the single best thing that has happened to us during past years—and the single worst thing—we may be surprised to learn that they are often one and the same. Perhaps we had our hearts broken, a time in space that solidified our identity and led us to crawl out of comfort zones. Perhaps we were laid off from a longstanding career, but the event prompted us to make the transition to a more exciting field. In sum, which events are life changing, and in what ways, is often not immediately knowable. And that is what makes humanity, sentient.

There is peace, then there are pieces; you choose either when you steamroll over life. What's your pick today? 

Memoir #4 From the drafts.

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