Thin Red Line

The battles of everyday life seem incomparable to the struggles with oneself. There is, perhaps an art to keeping friendly yet not close, and still be warm enough as not to be felt cold. Such constant control of the body and mind seem almost like constant warfare - perhaps it is something that I just wish to lose, and thus, I cross the invisible red lines that I have drawn myself. I shall need to redouble my efforts... somehow.

Ridiculous, one may say, and mad probably. After all, who dares to even begin to believe that they can tempt fate by mere human ways? I should probably believe this too, and make things easier upon myself... though in consequence harder on others.

I am a micro social scientist, and though the ramblings of this little blog seem rather incoherent or illogical to those who may stumble upon it, it makes true sense. For every action, invariably, has its consequences upon the surrounding people.

adieu