𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | TWD [Book 1]

LIII. The Ying-Yang Effect

In the ebb and flow of existence, chaos and calm coalesce, creating a paradox where the tumultuous and the tranquil become inseparable. It's a profound realisation that within the apparent stillness, there exists an undercurrent of chaos, and amid the pandemonium, pockets of serenity can be found. This intricate dance between chaos and calm often eludes our awareness, obscured by our tendency to focus solely on either the negatives or the positives of a situation.

Yet, delving deeper, one finds the threads of chaos woven into the fabric of calmness and the strands of calmness entwined within the chaos. It's a profound revelation that challenges our inclination to polarize situations.

It's a Yin-Yang dynamic, a symbiosis where the positive dwells within the negative, and the negative within the positive.

In contemplating the dichotomy of chaos and calm, we unearth a fundamental truth—their intrinsic interconnectedness. Within the calmness, subtle undercurrents of chaos may emerge, and within the chaos, pockets of unexpected calm can be discovered. This interplay of opposites, reminiscent of the Yin-Yang philosophy, extends an invitation to transcend binary thinking. It urges us to recognize that within what we perceive as negative, traces of positivity exist, and conversely, within the positive, elements of negativity may be concealed. Embracing this duality offers a more comprehensive understanding of the intricate balance between chaos and calm in the intricate tapestry of life.

"Mads?"

At the sound of her name, Madeleine looks up, her eyes widening at the sight of Glenn. Seated outside, she had been waiting anxiously as Morgan and her father engaged in a conversation inside the house, discussing the events that had transpired. Rick had asked her to leave them alone, leaving her both worried and annoyed. The details of what led Rick to kill someone in such a manner remained unexplained, intensifying her concern.

"Glenn, what happened? What the hell happened?" She questions, her tone urgent, as she rushes up to him, her hand reaching for his chin to examine his face. He winces under her touch. "Let's take you to the infirmary."

Gently pulling away, Glenn assures her, "I'm okay."

"I'm much more relieved now. I was worried, but I'm glad you're okay. You just look like shit," Madeleine scoffs as she places his arm over her shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist as he limps, a silent gesture of support and solidarity.

Glenn acquiesces with a subtle roll of his eyes, and they proceed toward the infirmary. A soft knock on the door prompts Denise to open it swiftly, ushering them into one of the rooms where Rosita is seated beside Tara. Madeleine furrows her brow in confusion, pondering what transpired with Tara while she, Daryl, and Aaron were out.

As they enter, Rosita shifts her attention, turning her head at the sound of footsteps. Her gaze lingers on Madeleine as she guides Glenn to the medical table, Denise swiftly gathering the necessary supplies. The room holds a palpable tension, a mix of concern and curiosity painted across the faces of those present.