Crash Landings, February 2011
What is it about the gray areas? The interfaces? Points of connection? I read somewhere that "the darkest hour of the night comes just before dawn." To have up, there must be down. Winter has summer. Yesterday? Tomorrow. But what about Today? What about the part in the middle? What does that have to do with anything? Only everything. These are the parts with the most joy (and pain), ease (and tension). So why is it that most of us, when ever we are able, will avoid it at all costs? As fluent as we are, we would rather not speak the language of the universe. We close our eyes as tightly as possible, cover our ears and ignore the fact that we have absolutely no control over what happens in the middle. Maybe it's out of fear. Perhaps it is because deep down, we know that if we really delve into it, I mean really commit to understanding the middle, everything might actually be alright. After all, deciding to not make a decision is still a decision.
What would things look like if everyone not only accepted the rules of up/down, but enforced them? Now, by no means am I implying that indifferently is the best and only way to live. Nor am I advocating for one or the other. I am simply suggesting that more of an effort is made to acknowledge that one is only so special because of the other. Not only is a shakeup necessary, it is absolutely inevitable. For if we reside permanently in a constant state of stagnation, complacency, then there is no real sense in getting out of bed in the morning.
Maybe none of this actually matters. Perhaps this is all a coping mechanism. Something to believe in. Something to hold onto while the plane crashes down. But what if that was the whole point from the onset? Launching from the runway only to perform a crash landing. To repair and prepare for takeoff again. And again and again and again.