Life is a balancing act
Life is a constant balancing act.
I use all my energy to walk this tight rope.
Sometimes I fall, well I guess I more so drift off. I don’t even notice until I’ve drifted so far off the path.
It’s a tight rope, it’s a constant feeling of forces pulling and pushing. Forces I can’t control so I try to find my balance.
Sometimes I have to maintain a certain tunnel vision to protect myself. I have to keep my eyes on the path because the moment I give anything else attention is the moment I could drift away.
When I take my eyes off the path and look around it’s like a reflection of my state of mind. My fears from within stare back at me. The world becomes a scary place.
But when I am peaceful inside, that same world stares back at me with peace and love. It’s a beautiful sight. I could stay here forever.
But then my thoughts of fear find their way back, a beautiful day can turn dark in an instant.
There I go again, letting my thoughts take me off my path.
Sometimes I wonder what others think of me, how they perceive me. The thoughts start to rush in. I’m curious, but those thoughts pull me off the path the most.
Are they watching?
I look up to check. Do they see me as I see myself?
But how do I truly see myself? Because my thoughts are telling me that they think I’m incapable, I’m not good enough, I’m selfish.
Is that why I try so hard to prove them wrong? But sometimes I question, who am I really trying to prove it to?
Feelings within myself reflect themselves back at me.
There I go again, letting my thoughts take me off my path.
It’s scary, I look back at how far I’ve walked. I see sheds of myself on the path behind me. Parts of me that could not continue.
Who am I now? The costumes left on the floor cannot be re-worn.
I look forward, and look around and see nothing, but I feel everything.
I feel it all. I feel the pressures, but I feel the joy, I feel some pain, but I feel the happiness.
It’s overwhelming sometimes. Where am I going?
There I go again, letting my thoughts take me off my path
Looking up and around is too much to take in, it pulls me to places where I am not yet supposed to be. Looking with eyes that have not yet matured. Feeling with a heart that has not yet matured.
I look back down and keep walking. It’s a balancing act.
The best feeling comes in being lost in the act of walking and balancing. Walking so balanced on the path that I forget that I’m even walking.
My body is following my mind, and my mind is focused on the path. I no longer have to think.
Everything is working together. It’s flowing together.
This is the best feeling. And then, I think too much about the feeling. Trying to describe it. Thinking of the words. Thinking, thinking….
There I go again, letting my thoughts take me off my path
