Swinging again

I went swinging today. I haven't had to do that in a while. There's something so calming to sitting on a swing and being in complete control of your every movement. Of feeling the wind in your face; seeing yourself soar higher and higher. And then as you are about to swing forward you look down and for a second it seems as you are falling but you don't, you keep swinging.

Isn't that similar to life? Seeing yourself about to fall but instead you keep living.

I tend to be so absolute. I need to learn to bend, to use grey from time to time. I need to see both sides, I need to walk in the middle.

I need to learn how to let go and realize my past is just that...my past.