Lines
June 15, 2006People draw lines all the time… some call them ‘rules’… some call them ‘principle’… some just want a system they live their life by.
We draw lines when we tell ourselves not to fraternize with certain people because they’re “different”. We draw lines when we tell ourselves not to get involved with officemates because that could only mean trouble. We draw lines based on other people’s rules because… well… as they say, rules should be followed.
There’s nothing wrong about drawing lines. It gives life structure and direction. They can serve like arrows to point you towards the right direction, or the direction you want to go to. But there are times when these lines change… and their effects change… when they become boundaries. Boundaries that can box you in and stop yourself from getting out, exploring, taking risks, and living life.
Sometimes, crossing the line is not so bad. It just gives you an opportunity to see what’s on the other side, and then what do you know, you might actually like it. Then afterwards, you can step back to your side… and decide whether you should redraw the line as necessary.
I’ve always thought that nothing in life can be defined and captured by a clear cut, absolute rule. Everything is relative. Lines are drawn, and then redrawn. Lines are viewed differently… seen from different perspectives wherein they form different shapes and varying angles.
Nothing in life is absolute. Everything is relative. I guess that what’s makes Einstein such a genius.
