Finding Balance

It seems appropriate that what comes to mind these days is a the search for balance. In order to stay in each moment I need to have that balance. There is the balance of mind. To stray into the darkness or be blinded by the light is no help. And then there is the balance of the physical- too sedentary or too busy. Where is it that we find the calm of a steady pace?
I am a responsible person. Have tried to do all that is required of me as a person on this planet. I recycle. Eat only a little red meat. Read the paper. Volunteer. Help friends. But there is the other extreme self destructive side- the too much caffiene, sneak a cigarette, eat a bag of potato chips, miss work deadlines kind of person that drives me crazy.
Where is the balance? And instead of trying to find that balance I just feel hollowed out when those waves crash down on me.

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