The Line

A fine line runs between almost everything in life. Sometimes we choose to cross that line, and other times we’re pushed across it. And on occasion, that line is broken entirely, taking the choice out of anyone’s hands. I didn’t like any of the situations. If I chose to cross it myself, then that would mean that I was responsible for what I had done. If I had no choice in the matter, then at least I’d be able to blame someone else, and then, just maybe, no one would blame me. I had no such luck.