Out of Sickness, a New Babe is Born

There's something cathartic about being low, sick, or down, as if after you have gotten over it and are coming out of it and improving, you have a new perspective on life, new possibilities open up, and the present seems filled with promise. I'm just getting over a cold, and I feel energy - life coming back to where it was and where it wants to be - surging through me, jokes waiting to be told, sounds and motions to make, things to do.

It seems though that the only way I got here was by sinking low, being sick and feeling terrible. I didn't feel this before getting sick. This makes me believe that suffering is necessary, a physical law, that for all the happies and highs we have, we need to experience (consciously) lows, sadnesses, sicknesses, ailments (psychic or physical). Before I was sick, I was bland, lonely, spinning my wheels, things seemed dead, lifeless. Now, it's like a mini spring has sprung inside my mind. Old skin has been shed, moon has been through it's cycle, a new babe has been born.