It’s the wrong amounts of life at the wrong times that gets us.
Sometimes we get too much at once. Taking life in feels like trying to drink from a fire hose, with force and pressure pummeling us, threatening to drown us where we stand.
Other times it feels like there’s not enough. Slow drips of life seem to taunt our parched hearts as we wander the Earth with a deep thirst.
What we all need is to find the faucet. To become water diviners when the land seems bare and dry, and learn how to ease the flow when the waters threaten to flood.
From our own trial and error, and following maps drawn by others, I’m sure we can find it, and drink deep just the right amount.