Extremes – a Reflection
Where there’s fear of some kind, we tend to hide behind an extreme position.
Yet, somehow, it’s the opposing views we hear that seem too black and white.
Scarier still is that mucky middle ground, where things seem way too open-ended.
We avoid accepting anything there, hiding our “No!” behind “Maybes”, or “I supposes”.
And what do we do, when our extreme view is challenged?
Do we face our fear – or seek out the ease of the nearest extreme?
I’m the quiet one – When I start speaking, how soon do I think, “‘I’m saying too much!” ?
I’m always the talker – Asked to give more space to others, will I hear, “Shut up?”
I’m always in charge – If I step back for you, do I see everything you’re doing wrong?
I like to take things slow – When told to hurry, can I resist the urge to go… even… slower..?
Where we’re uncomfortable, we seek a sense of control.
An extreme seems to offer us a simple, safe place to live.
Early on, we form our views – part of the necessary process of growing a “me”.
But also making ourselves a prison cell when we swallow the key.
So, can we open the prison doors? Can we stand in through our imaginary fears?
Can we abandon the uncomfortable comfort of our favorite extremes?
Does this resonate? Please comment below if you’ve noticed places where you bounce between extremes. Why do you do that?