the line

when things happen that don’t happen to everyone, it can be said that the person, to which that thing happened but not to many else, has crossed a line.  and no one else will really know unless that similar thing has happened.  be it a loss of a spouse or a child…even a threat of such…or a physical violation or abuse…once those things happen to someone they have crossed a line to which few others have similarly crossed.  and no one fully comprehends those who have crossed the line.  those who have crossed the line may be oddities or neurotic or simply strange or just different.  but in reality they have just crossed the line and life is always different for those before the line.  one can toe the line perhaps.  likely only God can tow the line.  but unless you have crossed the line you will not understand.  if you don’t know if you crossed the line, you haven’t crossed the line.  life is crisper across the line.  and intense.  everything is crisp and clear.  pain and happiness.  and bright.  and colorful…even if one is colorblind