Every moment of calm and content painlessness is a blessing. Because things will go wrong, they will go drastically wrong for all of us. There will be a second in my life where things change from good to bad and I will look back and remember this moment of painless contentment and I will long for it. I'll need it and I'll be willing to do anything to get it back but it's impossible. Life is just differing states of mind. I can feel alive and alert while I'm running because the blood is rushing through my veins and nourishing my brain, or I can feel sedated and numb without emotion or thought. Which is better really? The end result is still the same no matter anything at all. But I'm fine.

I saw this painting of a matador recently and it inspired me philosophically, or reinforced ideals I already held. Thematically it was graceful and elegant, even in the face of chaos or violence or death or irrationally destructive behavior the matador was able to maintain composure and calm and focus and earn triumph. This black raging bull is charging towards with every inclination to gore you through your femoral artery, but with precision and a click of the heels you can narrowly avoid all danger. An inch is the same as a mile in effect. It either happens or it doesn't, there is no gray area, but the artistry and the sport come from showcasing grace and elegance. The more efficient, simple, and beautiful your movements are the more power and brilliance they convey. I've seen this be true in so many other aspects of life. It's nothing I can achieve but it's something I will always appreciate.