The middle.

The middle way.

The middle seat way.

Not one extreme or the other.

Not overindulgence in pleasure.

Not completely austere.

But the middle way.

The middle seat.

Challenges my middle way.

But when there’s a will there’s a way.

The middle seat way.

Sit.

Don’t move.

Shut up.

Take small pleasures when they arise.

A sliver of armrest.

An "accidental" elbow into the respective ribcages of my “neighbors.”

Middle schmiddle.