There comes a point sometimes when you're really tired and you just feel like giving up, or lashing out at it all, whichever is your reflex action. A lot of times though, we're ruled by moderation and we never really cross that thin red line.

It is equally tiring too, to work with or even be friends with someone who is constantly toeing that line. You feel terribly responsible, irritated at second guessing and fearful of saying the wrong thing and starting a hormonal slide into oblivion.
and when after a few days everything is fine, you worry its just a calm before the storm and the worst is going to come. and when after a year or so everything is normal you feel a vague sense of relief, that everything turned out fine.

and for the person who pulled himself out of the borderline, what a fleeting sense of grace! that confidence that he had to snap out of it, or the faith in someone else who did it for him. it is a grace reserved for the possesor.

if you burn all your bridges, perhaps you're more visionary than the insane person i think you are. i was bordering on calling it courage or cowardice, but i was tempted to think it was more of a natural, and there wasn't any more tomorrow morning to catch your fall, and tonight bleeds into tomorrow.

i'm tempted to be callous, almost cruel, but i myself hate sarcastic, remarks meant to rend. or half the time they do, i've learnt to shrug aside a lot of criticism, but i still can't deal with implied ones.

"time is an ocean, but it ends at the shore."