Happiness is the china shop. Love is the bull. 

–H. L. Mencken

the mountains all have two sides. the work one puts out into the world, whether it be with your friends, family or your job mean something. they require effort and opening yourself to being hurt, to being disappointed…to be saddened. an exchange is going to be made. a bit of happiness and love will come, and so will its equivalent. the feeling of sharing something with someone, creating or finding a vocation, making a new friend or expanding your family is exciting. we yearn for these feelings, they produce a euphoric feeling in our body and mind. it is what is happening in the gardens in spring time, it is why young love is so precious and it is what makes this world an amazing place. but as these feelings develop the season has to change. disappointment, loss, death is inevitable, and its this that brings pain. that brings the sad.

we keep breaking and building. moving on from one relationship or job to another. scars are formed, shaped like the rings found in tree trunks, scars that represent our loss and our found. when you see where this is going you tend to want to pause. to stop the circle. but nature moves us foreword. the water is headed in that direction, tireless you go to fall again, stand up, brush off, then repeat. in work and play, we spin around and around until we decide not to get out of bed any longer.

things move on and the pain begins to fade. whether it be from the project or the person, a dulling from the moment that had inundated you moves away. it takes time. so easy to start, like a war, yet hard to end. but end it will. all things follow the laws of change and eventually the law to end. in your present state there is a stillness to it all. the waters seem to stand still but the feelings persist. the rings, fading and darkening in our souls, leaving memories or scars that we alone attest to still happen. even as we begin our ascent up another mountain.