You awake and realize that you are changed; you are changed in your relationship to the people and the things around you, in your acceptance of the past, in your appreciation of the current conditions of your life, and the inevitable and brilliant truth of your future. You are no longer at war with yourself. And for a moment, you wonder, "How did the battle end? Is this defeat or is it victory?"
You know that it has ended because you are lighter.
The Art of Living, Epitecus said, "Everything has two handles: one by which it can be carried and one by which it can't." Could it be that you switched handles and started carrying smartly, ending the struggle?
Could it be that you realized that the burden weighing on you wasn't yours to carry so you gave it back to its rightful owner, releasing yourself of undue and irreconcilable responsibility?
Or, as in my case, could it be that you realized that sometimes you have to put things down, simply for the reason that they are heavy?
Ask yourself, "What else can I stop carrying?" Put it down and be light.
