As day moves into week, week into months, I realize that many many things are going unsaid. While a whole lot that has never been said before is being painted in scarlett letters across the evening sky.
I vacillate between trying to be good and trying hard to not be all good. The goodness in me prevents me from succumbing whole-ly to it, because nothing ever is, all good. Selfishness keeps us sane.
There's a balance to be striven towards. Life is about balance. You need to get the scales to be carrying just the right quantities of love, hatred, belief, cynicism, naivete, worldliness, individuality, collectivism, poetry, practicality, defiance, submissivity, objectivity, subjectivity, indifference, compassion, the yin, the yang to reach that point of absolute perfection.
And yet, they never will. For, what's the point of living then?
Better to share wisdom words in installment in this fast moving world rather than recollecting them after retirement for biography..
ReplyDeleteA tad too serious these days? What has MA rural done to you?
ReplyDelete@Yayaver - Wisdom of the dispenser is a function of the wisdom of the dispensee ;)
ReplyDelete@Kavity - I know. It has done many things to me, not all good, apparently.