Life is paradoxical. Something in the mind wants to control it, to understand, predict, plan and otherwise navigate life with gusto. In it's effort to stay safe, the mind plans and worries, frets and paces, thinks and judges, moralizes and intellectualizes, but Life is... life. There is pain and pleasure, unbelievable beauty and unimaginable ugliness, sickness and health, fullness and scarcity. It's not an oscillating pendulum, forever swinging between dual points of interest, it's paradoxically all of it at once. We spend years trying to make life safe. The beautiful irony is that it's not safe and it's not unsafe. It just is as it is. Our willingness to be with, and as, that paradoxical truth IS what all the great teachings were pointing to all along.