‘Have I told you about the tension of opposites?’ he says.
The tension of opposites?
‘Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn’t. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for grated.
A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle.’
Sounds like a wrestling match, I say.
‘A wrestling match.’ he laughs.’yes, you could describe life that way.’
So which side wins, I ask?
‘Which side wins?’
He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth.
“But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you…Your muscles will toughen. So will your heart and soul. That’s necessary for survival. But don’t lose touch with that person deep inside you, or else you won’t really have survived at all.”—Louis Sachar (via danseurs)