Day One Hundred Sixty Six

I find myself tired, then restless, then tired. Tired is a relief at this time from restless, but not always so. I notice that I can't measure either state without some opposite, such as awake vs tired, or restless vs calm. None of these states seem to have much inherent existence. Sure, I suffer from them, but perhaps not when I don't compare them. That requires being directly with them. Sometimes I see the comparisons clearly and that gives me the distance from them, or should I say the directness from them.