There are (at least) two sides to every story, two possibilities, two ways in which we could’ve done something. There’s always another direction you didn’t choose to go, that’s why we admire most those people who did what we might’ve done. Or maybe envy them. Inhale and exhale, there’s no other way you can do breathing, and it’s never just one of the two. Receive and give. Do just one for too long, and soon you experience discomfort. The space between the sound waves creates the rhythm. There’s a time for the sun to enliven all things, and a time for all things to do nothing but rest. Inside and outside, spoken and unspoken, we live on the subtle threshold of our choices, with duality running through our veins.
Versiunea în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/03/16/dual/