It’s funny how often I come across some quotation which seems particularly relevant. A few days ago, I read the following in, of all things, a detective story: “Things always have to even themselves out between plus and minus. Between going forward and going back. That’s the only way to live.”
I like the to think that life has to balance itself between
pluses and minuses (acupuncturists would say, between yin and yang). We tend to hope, unrealistically, that
somehow the life we live should always be lived on the plus side. Far better to accept that every plus needs
its minus, for this brings the necessary
tension which moves us towards change. Time always hustles us along
despite ourselves, jolting us out of complacency, as a minus does its
companion plus and plus its minus, and as yin does its yang and yang its yin.
Interesting to find such a potentially deep thought tucked
away between the covers of a simple detective story.