Climbing up a steep hill

All of the great feelings in this life can be likened to climbing up a steep hill. When you get to the top, the air above you blows you a windy kiss and you feel elated from the sheer expanse below. This in combination with the endorphins create a rush that is hard to find elsewhere. That is the nature of a life lived to its fullest. Indeed, I am not failing to forget something when I say that the feeling is likened to the climb itself. The two are basically inseparable. The feeling, which provides a kind of discomfort at first, ends in a payoff that is not reached sustainably with the use of drugs. With this kind of natural high, you can bring yourself to a realization of life's greatness and without the caustic feeling that comes afterwards. Everything has a balance, everything resolves itself somewhere near the middle, in a kind of harmony. For this reason we might use such words as "Finding the center" of oneself. That center is not just the core of your being, but it is the center of all things. Everything that is calm and tranquil has relied upon great catastrophes in the past that have resolved in a kind of peace and calm, a particular bitter-sweet calm, but a calm nonetheless. 

It is in this juxtaposition of opposites that we are to find balance. If we find ourselves restless or overly wrought with emotion, it makes no sense to switch on the energizing music of Led Zeppelin. Rather, it makes sense to listen to something that is slightly harder to work through, like a classical piece that is tranquil and yet also quite naïve. In this state, we do not want to move toward sadness as this is an already negative emotion, but if on the other hand we are suffering from a manic fit of happiness, this just might be the key.