Balance

They warned not to be consumed by vapid things.

Those vapid things would only be the beginning of an utterly meaningless life, and their villainy would trickle down into even the center of your being where the deepest wells of intangible value lie.

So I believed that even the little things could not abide within or near me, nothing could even remain in storage, and I escorted them all out, one by one, until not a single light or impractical thing survived.  

But the pendulum had swung too far.

Life had become too intense, and the weight of every decision, every single decision, caused me agony, and I spent hours upon hours analyzing each agonizing decision to make sure that it was truly meaningful, while life around me passed by and left me behind, standing all alone, purposeless.

Then I did the only thing I could; I allowed myself to enjoy the little things, the vapid things, and passion trickled back into my life, escorted by a new sense of purpose, and at the center, where the well whose mirrored bottom had been deceptively deep, the mirror dissolved and I was able to delve deep into depths unknown.

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While writing, I challenged myself to include these prompts:

GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Story challenge: center

Pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge: type, beginning, escort

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Sunday writing prompt: the little things

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: pendulum

Word of the Day Challenge: storage

Ragtag Daily Prompt: trickle

Your Daily Word Prompt: vapid