I cannot value happiness over sadness or success over remorse. Each brushstroke is an important part of creating beauty.
I am beginning to think that I cannot be happy. Happiness appears as a response to circumstances; a feeling not a state of being. All I can be is silent, present and aware. I can feel happy, and in fact often do, but that is an emotional expression and not my condition. From my place of presence I can chose to send out a wide variety of emotions.
I am strongest when I am silent, present and aware. Worries about the past or possible futures drain my energy from now. If I contort my mind to analyze circumstances my spirit is restricted by the knots.
I certainly know nothing because I know no certainty. Existence is neither black nor white, not even shades of grey; it is an unlimited variety of colors, hues, contrasts, textures and shades.
