Last week our little life was book-ended by a death and a birth. That's how it goes around here. Death and life. Sorrow and joy. All the time. 24/7. It's that kind of Universe.
And you realize it's always, always, always like that. Everything happens all the time. I guess if you could step back and look from a "God-like" perspective, it would just be a constant churning: life and death, dark and light, action and inaction, a push and pull, the old "in and out."
When you are in the middle of it all, riding the wave, it all seems sort of unbearable. You can be consumed by the churning ocean of your feelings. And then, sometimes you can exhale. Become a bit detached. Sort of Zen.
Life makes Philosophers of us all. If we are awake. We are not going to figure this out. Life is not a puzzle to be solved. We won't get our way. We can't just finesse our way through it. We must experience it. Take it in. Endure.
Life. It's just the doing...