Someone Changed The Water

I often wonder just where to draw the line.

How many forms are just one too many? How much time is too much? How much money is too much?

Where are the limits? Are there any limits? Is there a point beyond which anyone will finally say, "Enough!"

In my experience there always is.

I think it will never be me, but I have been wrong about that before. I just don't want to create false limits, the kind that are only there for effect, or to manipulate. When I say enough! I mean enough, not enough unless you change this or that, or enough unless I can get what I want. I mean I am through with this perspective, this part of my life is finished. I've outgrown this behavior, thought, way, feeling.

When I get to that point, it is like I am transported to another world, one where the first option was never viable to begin with. The slate is clean, life goes on.

It is not outrage, or revenge, or even condemnation. It simply ceases to be an issue -- like wearing a coat in the winter. After the first month or so I don't even think about it. I just wear the coat.

This is kind of a scary part of me. It's like someone changed the water in the fish bowl. The old algae is gone, it simply no longer exists.

Why am I thinking of this tonight?

I don't know.