She has to feel the deepest depth of misery, to fully feel the nectar of bliss.
She has to scream, incensed from the rage, to fully feel the calm tranquil of peace.
She has to hate, her mind hard with judgement, to fully feel the salve of softening into love.
An even keel is not desirable to her. She wants to forget so she can remember. She wants to run the gamut of expressions of what it means to be a-life.