Most often comes from those with a wealth of life experience. The more trips around the sun, the more sense, at least its supposed to work that way.
Life is a dichotomy that way. The broader your horizons, the closer to the middle path you tread. Unfazed by developments of days or even years. Even keeled.
For all the hoopla and unrest and teeth gnashing and beard tearing and hand wringing I offer you this:
The sun will rise my friend
And then will set again
And then will rise again
And set again
And rise again
There is no end
The Middle Way
Day to Day
The Middle Way
Day to Day
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