Perhaps an
illusion. All through
grade school I was looking for someone to
teeter-totter with who was both willing and also approximately my same weight. It did not really materialize.
Now I've got a
best friend who weighs about roughly what I do, and also is eight inches taller than me.
We are no match for each other. It's
to the wind to say which one of us is
unhealthy.
You've got to concede the
right and
necessity of the other half, to have a proper tug of war or balancing act. One party may, and one party mayn't. Or maybe there's two boys, they've got the same
troubles and
blemishes, and both of them drive me to distraction. I marry one and murder the other. Hormones really discriminate, and so might one's
political stance.
You can be
pro-choice AND
pro-life, you can love as many people as you love, learn to write with
both hands, drive or live on either side of the street. Just remember that
everything has its consequences, and in between the dark and light are infinitely frustrating
shades of grey and
colors, not all of which we can see.
Give and take is almost never
equal.