I'm swinging from one extreme to the next:

One moment, I would be my best self,

My head far up in the clouds,

A place where I'm at my happiest,

Very sure of myself,

As if nothing could bring me down…

But in the next moment,

When one thing goes wrong,

This plan for myself starts to fall apart,

And I fall back down,

Sometimes hard,

And run for cover,

To recover,

Stuck in this zone of reality that I can't seem to shake,

Only to repeat this cycle all over again.

But you know what?

When did I let my own happiness depend on the everchanging moments?

To soak up all the extremely charged emotions around me,

And make them my own?

As much as I want to embrace my INFJ-ness,

I need to find my own inner consistency,

The thing that keeps me constant,

And not subject to every little thing that will happen in life.

I need to stop swinging at the little things,

Because the little things can't compare to the bigger picture:

The ups and downs and everything in-between.