Nearly everyone has seen a coin toss. Many have tossed a coin. The landing is significant here. By a bit of simple inertia imparted onto it, the coin slips through the air, flipping over and over, then finally landing on a surface to reveal only one side. Is this random? Just chance alone? In the sphere of happenstance, the coin is like the human experience.
Are we all like the coin; stamped, beveled, polished, flipped then spent? We surely can be if we desire. But most desire it not. No matter, the coin is solid and human. The coin is the working of polarity. One side is opposite the other, and starkly different; much like the persona. Only we must see the fabric that binds the sides together; we must witness the essence of spirit.
I knew a man once who was admiringly friendly. A friend to all; he could do no wrong. No matter your personality, quirks or disposition, he was always agreeable. Though one day this man and I had a talk. He admitted that he only agreed with everyone out of fear. He feared disagreement with others. He did not want to be disliked or indifferent to anyone. In being insecure, he bowed to others, never truly revealing himself.
This man taught me a valuable lesson. As many people say that there are two sides to every coin, there is also a third side. This is the side that we always miss, never witnessing its truth. In flipping the coin we only think of one side or the other, but we never think of the coin’s motion. As it flips, it shows its third side; it shows wholeness.
What you see on the surface is illusion. The coin may have two sides, but in motion it has more. It is multi-dimensional. Our lives are not random happenstance. Some say it is ordered chaos; a chaos pattern; paradox. But only the coin knows its landing, and only the landing knows both sides of the coin.
Through the sphere of happenstance we travel often, though this is illusion, many make it worse. We choose the sides of our own coin, whether we admit it or not. If one wishes to please everyone, he also chooses to please himself, but he does not live for himself. He lives for others; just as random as the coin toss. He fails to spin on a surface where he can reveal both sides and the metal that binds him; he fails to reveal the soul.
Be true to yourself in all that you do. Fear no other man. As the coin flips, so does life; always changing, shifting and landing on a page of choice. Spin the coin, see all sides oscillating in unison.