Seeing that invisible line

We sound boring and irritating, we encounter failures not because we do not start doing, but because we fail to understand where and when to stop. Most of the times we fail to see the invisible line. We just cross it, then repent and make a lot of circus to get back. Sometimes we succeed but most of the times we fail.

Our body, our common sense, our conscience and people around us give a lot of indications of the line. We just ignore the warnings and cross that line. It’s once again our body, our ego and some other people encourage us to ignore and cross the line. We create a dirty defense mechanism within us and ignore the warnings.

The stomach knows what quantity of food is needed to manage the body. But the tongue dominates and sends the decision of eating some more when food is tasty. We suffer indigestion.

Our wisdom knows what should be spoken and how much should be spoken on the stage. But our illusion of ‘I know everything’ or our identity crisis of ‘No one identifies me’ makes us speak even after the content is over. We start sounding boring.

Our intellect knows that love on each other is dead in our relationship; but our heart keeps hoping that the love would return. The dead body of our relationship starts stinking.

A male colleague makes a joke that creates a discomfort among the lady colleagues in the group, a girl suffering from identity crisis speaks more than needed during some friends’ gathering, a woman unnecessarily tries to bargain the time to look younger than she is and takes the shelter of heavy make-up and irrelevant costumes to her age. They all forget that there is a line not to be crossed.

We can sound sensible even by speaking less but meaningfully. We become wiser when we know whom and what to hold on to and when to say Goodbye instead of trying forever unnecessarily. We can look beautiful by being simple and keeping ourselves age-appropriate.

We just mismanage our body, personality and emotions in us without knowing where the invisible line is. Maturity is all about seeing that invisible line.