not standing in line

it's this thing called understanding that makes way for misunderstanding. you can't ask for one extreme without, at the same time, calling upon the other. not good without evil, not hot without cold, not happiness without sadness. sure, you may not always feel it, but then again you've spent too much time standing in the middle. not going anywhere. the fulcrum never moves and you'll never feel anything from this spot.

if you're at the park and the see-saw is occupied, try the swings. they've got extremes all their own. and it's here that you believe again that you can actually fly.