Lines, Designs, and Finding Rhymes

On lines 

“But I can’t get mine straight,” sighed bird.

“And why,” asked bear, “would you want to?”

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📷: The Fine Line, sketching with wire (36” x 44”)

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Lines. They connect us, and separate.

We draw them in the sand. And we stand in them at the market.

As bikers, we’re always looking for the best line.

Comedians seek that one line.

Poets to combine.

They make up our words, written on the page.

Again, those that connect us, and those to separate.

We’re asked to hold the line, to lay it on the line, to read between the lines.

We follow a line of thought until we reach the end of the line. And sometimes we have to take a hard line, even when it puts our heart in the redline.

We align and decline, differentiating between that which is yours and that which is mine.

In mathematics, two parallel lines will never converge; yet perspective tells us a different story: always meeting in the end, no one is spared their vanishing point, the finishing line.

When we’re young, we’re told to color within the lines, to not stray outside the line, to keep in line.

Whether vertical, horizontal, diagonal, zigzag, or curved, the line that connects you from birth to your death – your storyline – is the one you get to define.

Although as we age, we often find our bottom line when life doesn’t hold to our perfect design; intersecting lines are never predictable.

For that which matters – from love to war and all points between – we have a choice: to put our lives on the line or follow the party line.

Making choices that line up with your values isn’t always easy; yet the line of least resistance often leads us to cross our own lines, ultimately taking us offline.

And you don’t want that. I know. Because you are on the frontline of your life, erasing that fine line and making it distinctly your own.

Where can you underline your values today?