These so-called fine lines are what usually separates us from one identity to another.
Usually the line exists between two opposite criteria (right and wrong). Such as the fine line between friends and enemies, sanity and insanity, love and hatred, or even self-defense and murder. But it's not always opposite, they can also often be closely related. The fine line between best friends and lovers, anger and actual rage, and not to forget the infamous line between harmless flirting and actual cheating.
While the line can be really obvious for most cases and therefore the choice to cross it is usually on the beholder hands, that's not always the case. For some of us, we are either dragged or even pushed across the line.
A man once said,
"it takes two to tango."Same case here, no one would just cross a line without a reason (purpose).
A sane man does not just turn insane overnight, the turnover could occur over a loss of a loved one or even other traumatic experiences. A young soldiers, once full of life dutifully serving his countries returning beaten down by the tyranny of war.
But in most cases, the decision to cross is often self decided (self-inflicted). For instance, the decision for two friends to be more than friends. And I'm sure there's a lot of you who believe that this cross, "just happens" but in my opinion, that's a load of bullshit.
Or even two close friends. Friendship forged since the days they could barely even pronounce words properly, shattered over misunderstood deceit or secondhand lies. The outcomes are often decided by each other, whether to remain in hatred or to forgive and forget.
You can always choose to cheat on someone.
You can always choose to open up to someone.
You can always choose to forgive someone.
But the main question is . . .do you want to?
