What goes up must come down, as with drugs, as with emotions.
Realise a beautiful high, then suffer in silence.
Even a murderer, exultant in revenge must endure the remainder in pain.
Balance is a fickle weighing scale that constantly fights against our will to be happy.
Often we are ok, this never changes much because it is balanced, we are level.
If we are given great strength but are unable to control it, we will cause damage and suffer ourselves. If we control it, we can see a gain, as long as it is hidden, we will feel the benefit from it.
I just wanted to ramble, balance is on my mind, as this weekend has since saturday night been trying to balance out, what originally was a brilliant weekend.
Thanks for reading,