The Wave
Turn the yin-yang on its side and you see a wave. Two sides that never mix and never come apart.
Everything moves in waves. Black stripe, white stripe: that’s for zebras. Life is simply more of something, then less. More energy, then less. More money, then less. Like the seasons. Like Bitcoin, which runs through its whole cycle every four years, and that still amazes me. The stock market does the same. Ray Dalio wrote an entire book showing that even empires rise and fall in waves. The line never holds still and never snaps in two. So when you’re in a trough, you’re in the part of the wave that always swings back up.
A wave forms where two media meet. Water and air. Warm and cold. There’s no room for gaps: the wave exists precisely because both media fill everything and push toward each other. The pressure outside is held by the pressure inside. Go slack and the wave crashes over you: exhaustion, burnout, loss of meaning.
Relationships work the same way. A couple is one thing. The line between yin and yang is where two people meet. There should be no gap there. Each carries a piece of the other inside.
Healthy relationships are always good for both: each brings something of their own, and both win. The more both put in, the stronger the wave they ride. Fill the holes so there’s no space left between you. Then a couple is like an egg: you can’t crush it from the outside. From the inside it cracks easily. I adore Anya for believing in me. With her I feel invincible.
Riding the wave is an art of its own. Flow is when spirit and mind join and the mind sees that what’s happening is what should be happening. Then it stops resisting. Out of flow, the mind thinks it’s separate from the world, pushes against it and paddles upstream. In flow the fight with the water ends: the wave carries you, and you and the motion are one.
You can’t control everything. Things run their course, so there’s no use clinging to the last car of the train, trying to turn time back. Slow down, trust the process. Overthinking never helps. Let it be what it will be. Let it flow.
You only get one swim, though. When that sinks in, your second life begins.