day2

Well, woke up with a swollen eye – thinking due to a mozzie bite, they seem to love to find ways to make me uncomfortable… been using that magical ointment, don’t leave home (if you have a home) without it, Neosporin… things seem to have settled, and am glad it is not pink eye from someone rubbing their dirty ass on my pillow case!
Surfed shitty waves today (first surf in indo), onshore beachbreak, a bit overhead and completely closed out… but good in the paddling adventure of duckdiving 10 wave sets – gets the arms going as they need to… new fins felt big though – may go back to the 3’s instead of the 5’s on the quad shortboard…
Traded a mail with my cuz that I have not spoken to in years and years, and it lead me down a very particular path – one guided by the thoughts of that mail and the book I am currently (re)reading, and the place in which I am currently present…
So – the thoughts, or complication I’ve tried to resolve – are compassion and freedom diametrically opposed? Am sure that others have already had this discussion, but I’ve not read anything about it, and only stumbled upon the concept while walking down a path to the ocean considering the compassion required of the people here while also considering the freedoms I so highly touted in my mail to my cuz… when looked at from an extreme level – is having freedom to be compassionless more important than not having that freedom? Compassionless people seem to be the ones that cause most of the worlds biggest problems, and those who squelch the freedoms (including the freedom to be compassionless) seem to be equally guilty of what would be commonly conceived of as crimes against humanity… this is one that does require some nights of thought (nights without mozzies attacking my eyelids!)… freedom or compassion… man oh man they are 2 things I hold dear that only today I see that when viewed from a certain perspective, can be diametrically opposed… sort of bummed and enthralled by the idea…