There’s not only joy. There’s not only pain.

There’s not only butterflies. There’s not only dullness.

There’s not only raising. There’s not only rising above.

There’s non only failure. There’s not only success.

There’s not only together. There’s not only alone.

And actually, it turns out that most of what we remember is because of the illusions we have made out of the one and the other.

We don’t know extremes. At all.

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
Looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and they snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all

Joni Mitchell, Both Sides Now