the tension of the opposites

Okay, I've bragged at how good this book is and for once, right at this moment, you'll know why i fell in love with it from the first time i saw the movie and read the book right after. All it took was five minutes of the movie to capture my heart. "Tuesdays with Morrie" by Mitch Albom is a story about a man having his very last thesis with his professor who was suffering from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. The subject? The meaning of life..

WARNING!!! GRAB A HOLD OF YOUR TISSUE BOX NOW! (p/s make sure there IS tissues in it)

"Have i told you about the tension of the opposites?" he says.
The tension of the opposites?
"Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you're 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 granted.
"A tension of the 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."Love wins. Love always wins."

sigh

i seriously don't know what's going on. i'm hyper sensitive and my mood swings are far worse. it's so *blank?? i guess i could put it that way.. i'm trying to be cheerful and all that other crap but i'm just not doing so well as i thought. it's just shittified. oh and i miss my baby tarzan. out.