It was 97. I'd just had an enjoyable night down the village pub followed by a romantic liaison with a local girl.
It was 3am and I was walking back to the campsite down the track.
I felt fantastic.
At times like this, I had an odd custom. I'd lay down and look up at the stars. So I lay down on the country track and did just that. There was barely any light pollution and I could see the Milky Way arching across the night sky. It was cold, but I lay there, content.
I recalled lying on the top of a mountain at night many years before and feeling at peace like this (a story I've told on this site) https://sanctioned-suicide.net/thre...ie-despite-suicide-attempts.33680/post-622091
Then I had the oddest thought. It was one thought and it was also two thoughts, or maybe one thought with two meanings, a mental apogee or zenith.
It was this...
This is the best moment of my life.
So I felt elation and also sadness at the same time. I was happy, but I would never feel any better than this, everything now would be downhill. I knew this with an awful clarity.
It was at that point that I realised that within every aspect of life is the seed of it's opposite, that things considered mutually exclusive were often complimentary facets of the same principle, with everything constantly in a seemingly paradoxical motion.
What do you call a feeling that is both happy and sad at the same time?
I chose not to ask that question and just lay there and watched the Milky Way.
Edit: it was all downhill. So far, that was the best year of my life and that moment was my zenith.