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Life is a balance between sensation and discipline.
When we are feeling it, the world becomes possible and we are 'divine shapers of the cosmos' (a great concept I learned from Ask Teal). When our feeling fails,however, the world seems impossible and we are simply bottles tossed around by the whims of the ocean. One may make us happy and one may make us sad, but realize that both of these perspectives are needed to see the beauty of life.
Without feeling powerless, we would never feel powerful.
The sensation of being powerful is that moment when the waves carry us like the Big Kahuna surfer we are. We've struggled. We've judged. We've dared to select the best wave we see and that wave carries us with enthusiasm and sheer ecstasy.
Then the wave crashes. All of the momentum now becomes a different force indeed. The very water that carried us like royalty now threatens to suck our bodies into the ocean and drown us in a watery grave.
We have fallen. We have failed. We have become broken. And yet it needs to occur. The water must replenish itself. Without undertow, there is no wave. Without wave, there is no undertow. The very force that carried us will now carry itself back to the place where new waves are born.
This is where discipline lives. In the valleys between waves. In the sobbing tears between raucous guffaws. Discipline is the other side of things.
What if we could harness one to offset the other? When you are feeling the power of the wave, quickly shift to discipline while the sensation is still coursing through your veins. Jot down goals and dates while your heart is pounding. Use the momentum to prepare for the undertow.
What if we could harness the powerlessness of failure into the next grand adventure? (As I type this, I realize that this is my lesson for today)
If we see the waves fall, can we not induce that undertow will rise? Yesterday was a good day. Today? Not so much. Yet I knew yesterday that I was up and that I would fall. Why do I have difficulty trusting that tomorrow will rise?
We are creatures based on survival. We like to survive. We like everyone to survive. It's one of the reasons why suicide is illegal. Death is bad. The undertow must be warred upon. Life is all the matters.
Or is it? I remember a comic book from Marvel when the Beyonder ended Death and in doing so, ended the cycle of life. We could not eat food for no animal or vegetable would die. Everything alive would be cursed to suffer forever.
This is also why Vampires are so grumpy.
Life is not a constant. It is finite. The soul and spirit may continue on, but the sack of meat holding the spirit dies a little each day until the day it recycles into the rest of everything. In order for life to be, death must be. So it also in success and failure. So it is with sensation and discipline.
Trust that one leads to another and back again. If you're on the wave, spread the joy as far and as wide as you can. Get out your pompoms and scream your victory cry! If you're in the undertow, let it go. Be quiet and still and focus on the next wave.