Good Or About to Be Good

We are often trapped in the illusion of duality—the notion that life is split into good and bad, light and dark, fortune and misfortune. But this, my friends, is only a trick of the mind. A cosmic sleight of hand. There is no such thing as bad, only "about to be good."

Nature has never made a mistake. The tides do not fight the moon, the trees do not resent the winter, and the caterpillar does not despair at the cocoon. They simply are, because they know—not with anxious waiting, but with deep, intrinsic knowing—that the next cycle is already written.

To resist what you call bad is to resist the very soil from which good must grow. You are like a gardener cursing the compost, failing to see that decay is not the enemy, but the nourishment for what comes next. A storm is only frightening to one who forgets it brings the rain that fills the rivers.

Look to the yin-yang, that ancient symbol not of conflict, but of harmony. The dark swirl does not struggle against the light; it cradles it, embraces it, moves with it in the eternal dance. Within the dark, the seed of light is already present, waiting to unfold. The moment you label something as "bad," you are simply witnessing the good in its embryonic form.

Now here is the magic, the great spell you can cast upon yourself—when you live in this knowing, you become light. You float rather than stumble, you glide rather than drag. You do not carry the extra weight of resistance, of resentment, of the illusion of separation. You are free. And in this lightness, you move through the "about to be good" much faster, because you are not burdened by the unnecessary.

This is the way of the sage, the secret of the dancer who never trips. They do not force, they do not fight. They do not ask, "Why must this happen?" but rather smile and say, "Ah, here we are—about to be good."

And so, you step fully into the present, into the am of "I am."

Float on, my friends. The good is always arriving.

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