Do not read if disgusted by feces

I've heard some people tell me that if there are opposites in a relationship then those two attributes contradict each other and invalidate the relationship. Basically, a negative and a plus negate each other.

Today's run outside revealed that this is not necessarily the case. As I went outside to run a couple miles in beautiful weather, I encountered an obstacle 2 miles away from home. I needed to go poo, very badly. Suddenly the sweat pouring down my face from running was replaced by sweats of nervousness and desperation. Praying to God to let me get home...I thought to myself there is no way on my own strength I will be able to hold it in. 2 miles later and 10 very relieving minutes later, I was grateful for everything. It's these simple moments that make me appreciate the polarities in my life, or what one could say: the existing opposites. I hate having to use the restroom, but I also love, or should I say need, those moments in order to truly experience and fill myself with the goodness of going to the restroom. I hate feeling hungry and not having food around me, but I also love those moments because I know that I will be able to savor every flavor and bite of any morsel of food that enters my mouth. Perhaps it is a time sensitive thing, an increasing marginal return to every added unit of desperation. All I know is that despite my dislike of capricious states on the surface, the fickleness in itself allows me to live.

There will be times of struggle ahead of me, but my faith in God's sovereignty allows me to anticipate the times of complete grace.