What if balance is not the middle where gravitiy pulls the pendulum to a stop? Stuck between two supposed opposites by a force outside of my own choosing. Is it possible that I am not a mild combination of high and low, loud and shy. I am not too much or not enough. Maybe the highs and lows are life and love, hope and joy expressed. What a shame it would be to attempt to hold back the fullness of these.

I overflow with laughter that makes me fall to the ground and also tears that are deserate to capture moments, silly and profound. Laughter and tears that are capable of holding both hope slipping away and joy inexpressable. Laughter and tears that are sometimes meant to show others the love that i can no longer contain, and other times to show myself that I am fully here.

I am all of it and my balance is to let each have their place.