There are these moments in life when you feel that you are walking on thin lines. Points where everything seems perfect but you know that a little gentle push and you will fall on either side. Neither side you know is anything compared to this but you know sooner or later you will fall.
So what do you do?
I remember a line from a song that says – ‘Even falling feels like flying for a little while’
Sometimes we like to endure pain, revel the pleasure of risk and fight with ourselves to go to the limits of our beliefs and values.
I wonder if we are all masochists at some level and on another level if we are all desperate attention seekers.
We reach points of balance and we like to stretch them till the longest time. Then it all starts to seem mundane and so very boring.
We look for triggers to sway us, make us tip and make us fall.
We fall, rise and start walking the line again.
If life is just made up of these circles, when does one settle into a plain, simple square?
Just some thoughts on an idle Friday afternoon.....