What segregates our conscience from our dreams is just a sheer line of light.. a light easily transgressable.
There are splendid moments on our paths, moments we get confused.. moments we can’t judge on which side we are halting.
Those are the moments a sense of selfishness becomes so tempting, we just wish we are not on the latter side.
But what we don’t see is that we already became captive within that sheer line of light.
May 30th, 2009