Sometimes I think that I am at my best only during extremes.
Extreme pain, pleasure, joy, trauma, sadness...The moments of life's ultimate madness...In those instances I am often my best.
It's the afterwards and before that I fall flat. The mundane issues are the ones I struggle to accept.
Death, birth, junkies, accidents, all those things we hope don't spend too much time in our life?
Those dealings are the instances where I feel like I fulfill my potential.
Screaming children, bills, petty family arguments, broken stoves, those are the things that stop me up short.
Maybe that is one of the reasons I am so attracted to ttwd--that need for extremes and my inability to hold the middle ground? Because I do better swimming in the deep.
It's not that I don't enjoy the quiet times, those simple sweet little pleasures that life offers, the gentler moments of existence...Because I do. They soften the experience of being human and bring a depth of joy that is found only in the little things.
But I also thrive in blood, sweat, tears, and the kind of joys that light up a night sky.
When the darkness is deep enough to drown in and the light bright enough to blind, those seem to be my times.
Perhaps I am simply a creature of extremes.