My Best Friend, and Worst Enemy, Myself.

I am my best friend, but I can also be my worst enemy.

In these cases, what probably changes among people is the degree to which they go either direction. How often they stay on each side. What’s their predominant preference. And how frequent they dive into each of these situations.

In my life, I confess that I’ve been very deep in both sides, I’ve rejoiced exuberantly in the colorful heights of joyfulness, and I’ve crawled desperately in the maddening and horrifying caves of despair and disorientation.

In the process, I’ve learned that, after a certain point, which is a kind of threshold that defines a very high level of intensity, both in ecstatic happiness and in deplorable misery, we tend to have very similar feelings, i.e., in either of these extremes, we feel completely taken over by the sensations, which means that they appear to control our emotions and behaviors.

I think that it is a kind of supernatural numbness that transcends our own ordinary lives and does whatever it wants with us, as if we are mere puppets of an unknown force.

Luckily, the experiences lived in both extremes are temporary and, eventually, we get our lucidity back. However, after these “adventures”, we are never the same again, for we have tasted the nectar of the unknown, we have reached inner levels that we didn’t know they existed.

Besides, even though we are exposed to these intense moments, very few people take the time to analyze it and learn from it, but the ones who do it, definitely get closer and closer to understanding their own demons and angels, which is the door that the leads to the palace of wisdom.

A palace where both friends and foes are alike, for they are nothing, but an integral part of own selves.

How to cite this Thought:
Cargnin dos Santos, Tadany. My Best Friend and Worst Enemy, Myself!.