The Thin Yellow Line
	It occured to me one day that it would be so easy to take a life.  As you are driving down the highway--a 2 lane road--the only thing separating you and certain death from an oncoming car is a thin yellow line. You swerve over into the oncoming lane when no one is there...but what if someone were there? You would take not only 1 life..your own..but another as well. This fascinates me. What is keeping the majority of the population on the "other side"? Fear of their own demise? Maybe. Fear of being caught? Most likely. We have a piece of paper somewhere in the state/union that says we would be spending time in prison if we take a life either voluntarily or involuntarily. Isn't that fascinating? Just a thin yellow line and a piece of paper.
				The Butterfly within
		I told someone today that I am in a shell...that I cannot be who I want to be because of what society dictates. I have moral obligations to others and if I compromised those closest to me, I would be acting very selfish. I look in the mirror and see someone who is unhappy. I see age with little wisdom; I see weathered hands with no experience; I see eyes that are distant and cold. But if I look deeper, I see bright vibrant colors dancing together in a passionate embrace of life. I see happiness within shining brightly to everyone around. I see light so bright it is hard to focus on the reality of the moment. But this is just a passing glimpse of who I want to be...someone I want to know. Someone who can show me how to have fun again. And now the window has passed. The clouds have blocked the rays of light, gray is the color I see. Someone help release the butterfly within me.