In Between

There might be those who sail through life And never hit a snag, While others plod along or fight, Each day another drag. For most of us, it’s in between, A balance, I suppose, With lovely highs in opposition To the awful lows. So much is out of our control And we can never guess What ups or downs tomorrow holds To bring us joy or stress. No matter how we plan our days, We’ll come to realize The only certainty in life Is that it mystifies.