There is no perfect balance. There is no PERFECT. There is instead a vast and colorful spectrum of moments between radiant joy and utter despair. Being able to experience that spectrum is a large part of what makes us human. Mind you I’m not trying to feed anyone a cliche about how you can’t appreciate the good times if you never have any bad ones because that’s SO not helpful when you’re depressed. At least, not to me. If it works for you then by all means embrace that shit.
My point is more that you don’t HAVE to be balanced. Would it maybe make life easier sometimes? Sure. But are you a failure if you can’t manage it? Nope. Not one bit.
We get this idea of perfection and balance shoved down our throats at every bloody fucking turn nowadays, and it’s bullshit. Worse than it being bullshit, it’s largely unattainable. It’s like dangling a piece of meat just out of reach in front of a bear for a really long time. The bear is eventually going to get sick of chasing meat it can’t get and will fuck off to find something more productive to do. (NOTE: I am NOT an actual bear expert. I have not tested this theory. Please do not try this experiment at home. Or in the woods. Just…maybe stay away from hungry bears in general. Good life rule there, kids). The bear’s not going to quit life and throw itself off a cliff or anything, but it knows there’s plenty of other nourishment to be had besides that one damn dangle-y piece of meat that looks so appealing but is causing all sorts of problems.
Take-away: it’s ok to be the bear who stops chasing the unattainable meat.