Wouldn't it be nice if life made sense?

So here I am, my life is going great, and then on the drive home from class tonight, my brain starts going in a million different directions. My heart is telling me something different than my head and it's already driving me crazy. Hopefully it works out soon because if not, I'm going to go crazy. My heart is telling me that I should hold on with all my might because I deserve a happy life, but my head is saying that I can only be happy for so long before something goes wrong and things are going back to the way they were. It's like I'm fighting an internal tug of war and I'm not strong enough to keep fighting much longer. Eventually the rope is going to break and I'm afraid that I'm going to be unhappy all around. Why is it that when something good comes along, life has to come right behind it and ruin the moment? I'd love to catch a break sometime.

In spirit of my internal tug of war, I'll leave you with a snippet of sorts from Tuesdays With Morrie. Yes I know, I used that last time, so sue me.

"Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.

"A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle."

Sounds like a wrestling match, I say.

"A wrestling match." He laughs. "Yes, you could describe life that way."

So which side wins, I ask?

"Which side wins?"

He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth.

Love wins. Love always wins.




Stew on that and sleep well.