The length of the rope, which on one end has a stack of hope and the dark realm on the other, decides how long the balancing act is going to last.
You do not remember exactly how you came this far with the longevity of balancing act, but you have been trying to balance it out at the extreme ends of the rope.
Your lows are too low and highs, too high.
The faith goes from dark to bright to grey to black to white to a rainbow.
The extremities cause the demise of the master, every single time.
A master, everybody seeks. And a master, everyone else is.
The master of conversation, the master of relaxation, the master of reclusion, the master of inheritance, the master of the respect, the master of the shame, the master of love, the master of lust, the master of elusiveness, the master of time……
And then they have a magnetic force field. If in this lifetime, you figured out that following and being followed are both ends of the same rope, you will probably like to be at the centre for the balancing act.
Being an extremist, a non-quitter and a stubborn buffoon makes you do the same thing over a thousand times only to lose to the system every single time and plan again and go again.
And then you start to multitask and there are a thousand loops of code running at the same time and you want every single one to converge.
And then they lose you and you lose them. Then you lose yourself.
There is another way of getting around, bending it a little, and bending yourself a little.
You got to have the bigger piece in your plate though; and then you truly lose, to yourself!