We are taught that happy is the opposite of sad.
Peace is the opposite of war.
Rich is the opposite of poor.
This is completely wrong.
Life is all of these things all of the time. It’s not one or the other.
It’s OK to be feel lots of things at once and it’s normal to feel confused by this. It is confusing.
So much angst is generated by the idea that feelings are pure. Pure rage. Pure joy. Pure love.
There’s rarely, if ever, such a thing. A pure feeling is an anomaly.
What I am clumsily trying to say is that there is harmony in accepting opposing states. Not fighting against them. Not thinking there’s something wrong with you for feeling beautiful and ugly and tortured and blessed.
It’s OK for good things to be tainted and bad things to work out for the best.