Yin is the counterpart to Yang. Yin and Yang have been used by Chinese Taoist scholars for thousands of years to explain the duality of life and the world around us. They are complimentary (rather than opposing) forces, two halves of the same coin, each side having a little bit of itself in the other. That is what the symbol represents; the two semi-circles, one black one white, symbolise Yin and Yang, and the dot of the opposite colour in each side represents the fact that in any situation there is always a need for a little bit of both. Together, Yin and Yang represent a dynamic whole, more powerful than each of its parts alone.
I’m not a proper grown-up- I don’t have things like a mortgage, maturity or health insurance.
I will trill out the party-line; “I am blessed to live in a country that has free healthcare.” Sure, aren’t there women in America giving birth on the doorsteps of hospitals for the want of health insurance? Feel free to continue adding to this sentiment for as long as you please.
I may not be a proper grown-up that has health insurance, but I am a proper grown-up that’s worked and paid taxes from the age of sixteen. Apparently, those taxes pay for things like state pensions, government chauffeurs and our public health care system.
I entered 2017 on a slice of hospital and will be ending 2017 on a slice of hospital. Two slices of slightly stale bread, with 365 layers of much of the same crap in between. I want to be optimistic. I want to look back on this year and say that I reached some goals, did some things to make myself proud, got stronger and healthier, perhaps learned to love myself a little bit more. It didn’t turn out to be that way, as, I guess, sometimes these things don’t. Don’t get me wrong, in some ways this year was great. In one way, it was the best of my life. On balance? Put it this way, 2018 already has a head start.