Balance — it is never what they claim:
as if once found, it would be fixed, immutable.
No. It is always a tide: ebb and surge.
Some days you are your own champion, and some days you become, unavoidably, the villain in someone else’s frame.
I prefer to anchor peace to it — within those constant counter-currents — the quiet acceptance that balance itself is never still.
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song: Like the Ocean, Like the Innocent – the Besnard Lakes
