Seen The Fine Line Lately?

There are these lines in my life, which act as the limitations of what I can or cannot do. They vary in thickness to signify how much I can walk the fine line between my rights and wrongs without being categorized as either. And lately, I've realized that some of my lines aren't exactly lines anymore. I have always been aware of the expansion of those lines but to discover that they are now eight lane highways is still a bit of a shock.

I suppose this is where my grey area comes in. Eight full lanes of grey area. An area in my life where right or wrong doesn't seem to apply to the circumstances and logical explanation is somehow warped into something incomprehensible. In this line, it seems everything is governed by my feelings & emotions. The brain, it seems, having given up on trying to understand this situation, has decided to sit on the sidelines and is content to wait until things seem a little less grey before asserting itself. And yet as time passes me by, I realize that regardless of how long I wait, the highway doesn't become smaller, the grey area doesn't seem to lessen. A simple truth that age doesn't seem to automatically bestow wisdom upon a person.

And so I work my mind upon it like a project, wondering if ever there will be a light at the end of the tunnel. For a while now though, I've always known that there are only three solutions to my problem. And yet for all my efforts, neither one of these solutions seem any more viable than the other except for the temporary one, stalling.

I still wait for the day, perhaps one final day when the mind can finally agree with what the heart is feeling. That the mind can at last understand that my heart is just not ready, and that it just needs a little more understanding.