As I cross the line from time to time I notice how more soft I appear to those who are bound to me by blood or duty. Only those who I’ve shared shards of my ambition towards acknowledge my feelings, my concerns for those boundaries broken by me.

Some speakers say that if you could not face those broken lines or make them knowingly, you would struggle to grant goodness to the world. In the face of unbounded odds or through other means, I guess you would be one day forced to show your own shadow. People will be proud of your forcefulness, others challenged by its weight, tested, and in some cases become broken.

Stand up for yourself when you can.