When is enough, enough?
You can work as hard as you want, as fiendishly as you want and as optimistically as you want but you'll always have that low elastic threshold to disaster. And all because you just weren't into it that one time.
Why do we live in extremes all the time? Do all of us really live in extremes? Well for those of us who do, why does this happen to us?
Its either an amazing score, an amazing life, a good day, pleasant weather and sweet thoughts or on the other end of the scale its a complete waste of a day, despair, horribleness spiraling into an even worse fate.
The fact that I live my life in a constant bi-polar fashion is a big headache to me. They say the grass is greener on the other side, but I wonder how one compares grass colour and width when your own side is devoid of any shrubery at all on certain days.
I cant help but long for normal weeks and days, where an equal share of good and bad decides your mood. For the balance to pivot out of balance and into normality.
Is that really so much to ask?
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