The tragicomedy of too much and not enough.

Too much thinking, and you’ll slice your finger instead of the tomato. Not enough thinking, and you’ll slice your other finger instead of the tomato. In the push-and-pull of thinking and not thinking you shall slice the tomato.
Too much wanting, and you’ll get in the way of what you want. Not enough wanting, and you’ll stay in bed all day, every day. It’ll get moldy. I mean, you will get moldy. In Bhutanese, happiness is called “Want-no-want.”
Too much ego, and you’re an insufferable megalomaniac. Not enough ego, and you’re some sort of overripe banana. A fruit fly has more personality than you.
Too much time, and you become dispersed and lazy. Not enough time, and you become agitated or paralyzed. The exact amount of time is also known as “now.”
Too much technique, and you become a machine operated by AI. Not enough technique, and you become a banana operated by a fruit fly without a pilot’s license. By the way, defining “technique” isn’t easy.
Too much sharing, and you’re an exhibitionist. It’s against the law. Not enough sharing, and you’re a hermit in a cave full of fruit flies. It should be against the law.
Too much light, and you’re blinded. Not enough light, and you don’t see a thing. This also applies to you as a person: show light and dark, and you’ll be seen as being completely human.