Highs to lows. Hot or too cold. Up to Down.
Left to right. Forward to backward.
We remember the farthest from the dead center.
Angst, despair, or joy, come on, peace.
Judge the day, by night, or night by the day.
We welcome the freshness of the cool breeze
Until the heat or cold makes it intemperate.
Like that fair mistress in tales of old. Just right. Just so!
Metrics are noted by knowing dead center.
Swing left to right, high to low, front to back,
Or move from the front to the back.
We know what we like, and like that, we know.
Extremes are to be noted, for sure,
When they are often marked by what we dislike.
I’ve often stated that my middle space
It is often farther than the rest of the human race.
I like it cold, and when it’s hot,
That middle temperature needs to be adjusted down.
The day has its purpose, but the night, if clear,
Let me see and imagine the universe, far and near.
This morning, the routine was broken,
And for a moment, I wished to start the day all over.
But the desire is trounced when I give a second pause.
I’m fine where I’m at, so let’s just let the day ride.
Take the blows. Go with the flow.
I said it to someone recently when thinking through
Problems can be the extreme we judge the moment by,
Or do we just let the angst fleetingly go by?
This last day of the tired, old year
It is an extreme we will never visit again.
At least not in this present year.
We’ve marched from an extreme to another.
Tomorrow will be Day 1. Let’s Go!
Day 365 at the other end; I’m planning on getting there!
Don’t stress. Extremes exist in everything.
Just be thankful for the present.
You are moving. That’s a blessing.
By Michael Gurley
Making Sense of Life, One Thought at a Time!