It's all relative

[image error] It's all relative...
Love, hate; silence, too much info; hot, cold; laugh, cry; up, down; rich, poor; young, old; happy, sad; beautiful, ugly...
Most of these things have no meaning without knowing the opposite. Such is life. You take the good with the bad, the balance of nature. It's when things get all thrown out of kilter and knock you off track that none of it makes sense.
In family squabbles, it's no longer black and white; everything becomes infinite shades of grey. He said, she said; weak, strong; right, wrong... It is even more difficult when child becomes parent and parent becomes child. Nurturer becomes needy, strong becomes frail, dependable becomes dependent forcing immature to grow up.
I hope when the time comes, that I will have the strength to not become a burden.