Off Balance

March 13, 2004

Today achieved balance. But I don’t want balance. If balance means equal parts dark and light then a balanced day feels like a bad day. Difficulties and negatives cancel out advances and positives. You are now in neutral. Neutral is an unsettled place. There is nagging anticipation. Is there a hole in the boat? Is it a submarine? On the whole I realize I am blessed. I would be some kind of crazy stupid to not know this. I am merely moving into the microcosm of a day and not relating it to the scale of global misery. The Bertuzzi hit bleached all the newspapers red and white all over. In Vancouver it bumped the Spanish train bombings out of top spot. Our local serial killer pushed the 199 killed and 1000 injured even farther back. It took until after the hockey game was broadcast on radio for me to learn that 2 million people marched through the rainy streets of Madrid today to demonstrate solidarity against random evil. Two million. That is hard to comprehend. It is much easier to comprehend a sucker punch thrown during a heated and frustrating hockey game. Shouldn’ t something astounding win the front page? I hope tomorrow falls out of balance in favour of too much good news.