artful thrills

„Artful thrills“
To soar, we need gravity's gentle pull,
Without it, flight becomes a hollow lull.
To judge what’s crazy, we must know what’s called the norm;
How else can we measure mediocrity’s form?

What is the wild without calm’s sweet grace?
What is colorful joy without sadness' trace?
How can we savor love's warm embrace,
If we've never felt hate's chilling face?

Dancing gracefully within these contrasts,
Their interplay is where life turns into art.
& To explore all dimensions of this thrill
is to **flow** vividly through existence.

So after all, **why not embrace the beauty of it all?**