Drawing Lines

There will come a time that you have to establish boundaries. An acquaintance to a friend. A friend to something more. A best friend to a lover. And, when that lover does something of magnitude consequences, the decision to remain true on your ideals--or to forgive.

Where do you draw the line? When emotions are concerned, how do you know when to say "it's too much," or when to say "I know the consequences would be bad, but to hell with it. I want this."

Right now I'm indulging in a solitary lunch, contemplating the recent events of the last few days. I'm sitting on my favorite couch, nursing my favorite meal and smoothie, as the late afternoon's sun bathes me in its purity. I gaze out the window and see the CBD bustling with life. I'm tired, worn, scrubbed raw, and about to keel over with fatigue, but still I breathe. And somehow, I'm happy.

The lines were drawn. The boundaries established. I guess this is how it will be from now on. Like a toddler learning to color for the first time and fighting the urge to color outside the lines, it, too, will be an uphill battle for me. But the decision is made, and somehow, I have to stand by it.

With that, I will put down my phone, and return to my temaki. And marvel how a moment of prayer can immediately transform me.