Yin Yang And Realism

The Yin Yang is one of the most profound philosophies I’ve ever come across. If you happen to be one of those people who I’m free to have real conversations with, you can safely say that I’ve brought this topic up at least once. It’s something very fascinating and I can’t help but have short (or even long) sessions of overwhelming contemplation about the Yin Yang philosophy.

Positive and negative. Positives in the negative. Negatives in the positive. Is it really all white if there’s a little black in it? Is it really as blinding and dark as it seems when there’s a distinct white spot in there? Is it possible for something to exist in it’s intrinsic form forever, unfazed by it’s surroundings and it’s own contents?

To say that something is bad is just as much of a lie as to say it is good. Optimism is just as unreal as pessimism is considered a bad perspective. Optimism fills you with hope, which can be crushed and leave you, well, hope-less. Pessimism isn’t the ideal way for progress, but the positives lie in the fact that the risks are evaluated and it’s a very cautious, if not, comfortable path to travel along.

In one of my everyday journeys through life in the very recent past, I happened to witness something that brought me back to the Yin Yang:

Routine - mother braids sister’s hair before sending her to school.
That day - sister braids hair by herself and mother looked at her with, say, a 'compromising-version-of-awe’.

To put forward my dualistic comprehension of this incident in one breathless sentence: the happiness that I derived from my sister’s independence and "growing up" left me in despondence of my mother being less depended upon, and the fact that my little sister was growing up.

I could tell good from bad in that encounter. There wasn’t an enthralling joy or silencing sadness in it. It was just change, evolution and the truth, as it was. And I accepted it just so.

I believe indecisiveness could be one of the many outcomes of the duality that the Yin Yang philosophy brings about. It’s probably so because it induces a very intricate thoroughfare in one’s thinking complex while one is at it. It’s constant vacillation between two poles.

While life leaves you torn between extremes time and time again, up and down like a rollercoaster and you can’t forsake either side completely; forget about the incline and decline and let your adrenaline kick in, because that’s real, that’s the real deal. Enjoy the ride. Nay optimism, nay pessimism. Hail realism!