I saw a juggler on TV last night. He was amazing; juggling more than a dozen small balls at the same time, his hands just looked like a blur of movement. I think the way we lead our lives is a similar juggle - the more items we pull into our sphere of influence, the faster we have to move to cope. Work, studies, family, friends, work, studies, family, friends, enemies. Around and around they will go.
Lynn Small, "El Malabarista Para Los Dioses" (The Juggler for the Gods), Cuernavaca 1974
But, there are limits. Even the best juggler will run out of time, will run out of ability or will simply run out of luck. Whether we're juggling small yellow balls, or juggling the items in our lives, this principle remains the same.
Going through a particularly rough patch right now - the balls are swirling out of control, the hands are being called on to move faster than they have in a long time. Of course, its just temporary; things like this always are. But its still an unpleasant experience, one that i wish could be avoided.
