Where does the balance come from? When do we learn it; do we ever learn it at all? Is it meant to confuse us, make me feel guilty, somehow I don't see how that makes sense. Why can't it all fit into the perfect amount of space, when will time slow itself down and let me live it?
I'm alive in the harmony of the moments alone, when will I understand alll that is meant to make me live? Days are too fast, too slow, too inconsiderate. When will that balance be shown to me, when will they understand how hard this is for me to live? Trying constantly to sit on each side of that balance beam and balance it all out, everything is too much for me, it's too much to balance all that I am and all that they are.
Where does it come from? When do we learn it; do we ever learn it at all? How am I supposed to do it when I have no idea where the word even resides, let alone follow it's unknown instructions and challenges that it brings.
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