I step up onto the line, and surprisingly find my balance despite my inebriation. Circled around me are people looking to see if I’ll successfully walk the line; a few meters away I can here the drum circle next to the bonfire that has been jammin’ since I showed up at midnight. With all of the yelling, drumming, singing, dancing, and cooking going on around me, I find myself able to close it all out of my mind for the few seconds I’m standing on the slackline. My left foot leads, with my right following suit; I look ahead on the line in order to keep my balance. For a moment, I hear my breathing—an inhale and then an exhale. My feet continue to follow one another, one in front of the other. My arms are above my head to allow myself to balance; sometimes my foot that is not on the line is hanging off to the side in order to counteract any imbalances. I find myself at the end of the line. Under the light of a full moon, at a full moon party in Buenos Aires, I slacklined.
“Euripides, an ancient Greek playwright, wrote that, the best and safest thing is to keep a balance in your life. Acknowledge the great powers around us and in us. If you can do that, and live that way, you are really a wise man.”