
I begin to understand that I am drawing lines in the sand. These lines begin to define me. These lines tell me who I am supposed to be and how I am supposed to act. I begin to fear the lines and I start to doubt myself. I believe that if I cross one of these lines that I will face failure. Around me are others drawing lines as well, they are drawing lines around themselves and I have allowed them to also draw lines around me. The wind whispers for me to look around and it becomes so painfully clear that I have drawn so many lines and allowed so many lines to be drawn around me, that I have imprisoned myself and my heart.

And so it goes in the lives of those who chose a forceful life path. They are so consumed by the lines they have drawn in the sand that they fail to realize there is existence beyond those small boxes they have created. Inside these boxes are their preconceived notions of how the world should operate and how mankind “should” live. These lines condemn their vision to a meager reality and confine them to their own personal agendas. Once someone distorts their lines they do not have the capacity to react in a calm emotional manner and so their reaction is frequently outrage and anger, oftentimes followed by physical altercation.

I believe Dr. Martin Luther King said it best when he stated “Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars... Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” Although he was killed by someone who had fear of blurred lines, our nation began to slowly change due to the tide of free men. This brings forth hope that it can be done and the change should begin within us and within our household. We can continue to wipe away these lines through the tide of love and tolerance until the central belief of society is no longer focused on the conformity of all people but based on a mutual respect for humanity and all its differences. It is time for liberation because in truth, the lines are merely an illusion anyway.
April RedWing
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