Growing up, has been about discovering the privilege of having legs that can make choices, and hands that can enable balance by seeking out answers.
But learning to stand is barely the hard part. And balance is merely elusive.
It’s like a game of twister. On non-linear multiple continuums of belief. Circumstances are declared, and we find our stand and then balance as even the beam underneath us itself often shakes.
I don’t know if stories, adding and shedding layers to my pieces of experience, make this balance easier or hard.
But on days like these, they sure feel like a cushion of context to fall back on.
14th March, 2016. 10.29 pm