Najois

Living under a magnifying glass, with me everything is largely magnified and enhanced.
My mind, my feelings, my desires, even my head.
I have been given nothing that is average or ordinary.

Trying to get all in balance is like learning to juggle with ten balls instead of just two.
So I break, I throw, I miss.

Every day I wake up, I know it will be another day of trying to keep my balls up in the air rotating.
Collateral damage, I make. A lot of it.

I try to fix, to repair, while I keep my balls in the air.
Often I wonder why I keep trying to learn how to keep it all rotating. Asking myself what the urge is. The end goal.

I have no idea how long this body of mine will allow me the overuse and mistreatment.
There is nothing to envy here really. Simplicity is not a given. I really have to fight for it.