Grace

No one can walk the line between sanity and insanity with grace. And yet something in us all never stops us from trying. That thin line, where genius and ability is oft to be found, is the umbilical cord between life and death.

As we walk, we stumble, slip, and many of us never get back on again. Many of us choose to walk alongside the line, either comfortably and unremarkably, or in total isolation from reality and what it means to truly live.

And many of us cut short the cord, choosing not to travel the length of the tightrope from birth to the six-foot drop at the other end.

But for the rest of us, some small voice we often forget we have constantly tells us to keep walking. Get back up and keep walking.

We lose our balance from time to time, wobble. We strain our muscles in an effort to stay stable. We perspire and tear as we inch along. But eventually, we figure out how to just get by.

And with madness and inertia ever licking at our heels, ever competing to seize and engulf us forever, we gently continue our quest for grace.