Delicate Balance

Balance; a single point on a line of infinite points where equilibrium is reached. Veer a little to the left or right, and the whole system spirals into infinity or worse still, comes crashing down like a card house. It is a notion revered by philosophers such as Aristotle as the pinnacle of perfection. Aristotle's Golden Mean, for one, proclaims that every virtue lies sandwiched between two vices. For example, courage runs between cowardice and foolhardiness; modesty is bounded between shamelessness and bashfulness.

I'm currently engaged in the process of balancing myself on this see-saw I call Life. Should a foot deviate an inch or two, the precarious equilibrium is quickly shattered. At one end awaits a wilderness of insanity, while the other scarcely a better option- a cesspool of decadence. Finding the equilibrium point within and between two mutually conflicting priorities seems to be more elusive than ever. Yet I will not give up trying.