I've always gazed at life from both sides—
Head and tail, positive and negative,
Light and shadow, presence and void.
Each seemed distinct, a world apart,
Mirroring the ceaseless ebb and flow
Of existence—its natural rhythm.
Through countless years of reflection,
Wading through the tides of light and shade,
Weighing contrasts as if they held the key,
I sought meaning in their separation—
The twilight, where the night and day meet.
But now, after weathering seasons of change,
After bearing the weight of these opposing truths,
I've come to an extraordinary conclusion:
Life doesn't stand divided by sides,
No head or tail, no black or white—
Life is neither linear nor fragmented.
I have discovered a truth both humbling and vast:
Life is, in fact, a circle—
A seamless curve where all points connect,
Where every end loops back to its beginning,
Where light and shadow unite into one,
And the void cradles the fullness of being.
In this infinite round, the dualities dissolve.
The questions that tore me apart find rest—
Not in answers, but in their unity,
Where the circle turns unbroken, eternal, whole.
MyKoul
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