Equilibrium

I find it terrifying to be too caught up in something, whether it is soaring through heaven's gates in the clouds or sinking deep down into the abysmal depths of the sea. I am only a human being-- I was not made to live submerged under a body of water, more so a lake of grief. I was not made to fly within the prickling blue skies above either. I was made to walk the line of balance-- the texture of the surface which is described as contentment.

If I fly too much, I will soon forget how to walk. It is funny and almost ironic how there is a seventy-five percent chance of falling straight in to the water. Most of us get too stuck in the moment of being delightfully chirpy; we are unafraid of the vicissitudes that may occur, but once we lose that bit of gold, we miss the land we were born on and sink in to the saltwater cave of depression. On the other hand, it can be a pleasure and curiously healthy to take a dip in the sea, but it is a tragedy to let it eat you alive. Sinking too far down makes it harder to get back up while soaring too high will make the fall harder to control.

We can not live underwater nor can we live in midair; it is a mere fantasy conceived by our conscious minds. Are we really as merry as we say we are, or are we swirled in an imaginary state of melancholy? I believe our thoughts are playing tricks on us. I do not want to be too attached to something in case it makes me unstable.  It is hard to find that perfect balance-- just to walk the land of Equilibrium.