A poem I wrote last month includes this stanza:

Try viewing life as an amusement park

Rides for both thrill seekers and faint-of-heart

Do you see light or only dark

or realize that one cannot exist without another

Contrast and perception

Faith

Purpose and place

Must these be known or just that they exist?

Must a journey have a destination

or would you prefer an endless series of waystations?

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction

as butterfly effects ripple in all directions

If you want to read the full piece, https://medium.com/channspirations/lifes-contradictions-and-paradoxes-8c99c537a3c0

I checked out your profile because we are both in Caspian's list of writers