The other day I read an article concerning the very topic I am going to talk here. In that article the writer was pretty supportive of going extremes. He quoted
by saying without extremes we could never appreciate the time when we were in the middle.
I don’t know how I could deny that at that moment, neither did I want to, sincein some way what he said is very much the case. Like that without the scotchingsummer, with the burning, hot sun against our face, we would have never realizedhow nice the winter actually is, and vice versa.
But in some other ways, I couldn’t agree with him. Here are some of my reasons.
I used to be a girl loving to go extremes. I liked staying up reading tillanother dawn breaks up at this time, and read none buy sleep all day long at another. I also liked to have my stomach full when it was turned on, but ate nothing while I had no mood at all. It’s all up to my will.
Then what did I get from it, the way of going extremes at my will? My eye-sight
got worse due to long-time reading without rest that I have to wear glasses for
the present. And during this spring festival I got stomach disorder that I had but to take medicine.
If these are what the extremes are good for, then I am out of words. There are numerous other ways that could keep me informed that how harmful to read for long
is and that how badly I should pay heed of diet habit. The lessons that going extremes gives me are just too huge.
I have a friend who liked to go extremes as I did. Every time she took time off
, she loved to divide her holiday into different catalogs. Like the first five days she would use as sleeping time, the next five days she would use as shopping
, and so forth. Once I asked her how she felt about it, she responded me with a
smile and said she might as well keep it to herself.
But for me, if I were her, I would have felt pretty tired. Since life could never be clear as square curtain. On a square curtain, lines divide it into different room. And one square could be totally separate from another. Nonetheless, in the real life, such lines could never exist. Life with separate, unrelated period
won’t be real.
So what I try to say is that we might no need to go extremes at all. Even when we stand in the middle, we could still appreciate it by lessons given by our ancestors. And our common sense also helps. It exactly knows what should be right and wrong. Like there is no need to taste bitterness that we could keep informed
of it. There are other options.
In my life I did pretty much that I should not have done. Setting myself in extremes is one in them. So from now on I might as well keep myself aware of it. After all, we only have one life to spend. And it’s too short to use up in
extremes. And if possible, in the rest of my life I will be more than willing to say “going moderateness,” rather than “going extremes.”
PS: what I intend to say here is that I wish we could appreciate the days when things were just right. As I am tortured by stomach disorder for the time being,
I hope that my words could save for a lesson or remind so that we all could pay
more heed of health and our life as well.
