The Line

 

Every person is given the same day. Each day is made up of 24 hours no more, no less. No one starts with the future but always with the present. Some of us may have trapped ourselves from our past and seemed to have forgotten what is really happening now. I believe that reality has always been relative with the present. We cripple ourselves from the truth for choosing to hold on to things that were meant to stay as memories.

If each of us are given the same day to begin with, then how did we end up with different results. We clap for those who are successful. We pity for those who failed and didn't meet their expectations. Some end up rich with bags of money to keep, while others are poor and dying of hunger. There has always been an opposite for everything. If this was so, what exactly happened.

Humans began to separate themselves from each other. They assigned names, labelled things, and even secluded themselves from the bunch, which they began to call as different. It seemed like they build fences around them to keep away others and to build their own security. The word "trust" was already hard to define.

It was this fence, this fine stroke of line that separated us from each other. We made ourselves different from which we were once of the same blood, same origin, and same rights. It is the line we feared most and despised of. It is the same flat line we see when one dies, the line which everyone tries to walk and make it through. This was the line that separated us from our own kind.

If we go back in time to change this and break this line as if it did not exist at all, would that change everything? Would that help build a better world? Going back to where time does not permit us, won't help us grow our wings.

If we want to change something for the best we must start now, not yesterday and certainly not tomorrow. We must learn to use what we have now and spread it to its extent. We must learn to break free, fly and soar high beyond the line.

Tadz