Fremad, marsj, unngå å bli skutt

Aner ikke hva jeg mener med overskriften. Måtte bare si noe.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us…
- Charles Dickens, A tale of two cities

Det kan ikke sies særlig bedre enn det. Har jeg mye på hjertet kan også jeg skrive noe motstridende, men ikke om jeg klarer å gi så godt uttrykk for alle motstridende følelser som puster og lever i en hver krok.