Life Between the Lines i.e. Parking

When there is snow in the ground, you can't see the lines to park in most parking lots. Parking becomes a guessing game. Sometimes you end up inside the lines and sometimes you don't. In the conversation I then had with my friend, led to the philsophical idea that life can be lived inside the lines or outside the lines.

In the winter, it's easy to forget the lines are there. You can remember the lines are there, but it's really hard to remember where they are. You get to park outside the lines for a few months while the lines are covered. It's kind of the same way with life. You know where the lines are, and there is always room to play within the lines, but some days its really easy to ignore the lines. It's nice to take the space outside the lines and use that too.

It's almost like painting in some repects. There is always the chance to colour in between the lines of colouring books. I know someone who colours in between the lines in a great many pictures and I have to admit they are beautiful. I have three of them on my walls. Somedays though, I enjoy the paintings that aren't inside the lines. Sometimes, the best ones are the ones that don't have lines. When you colour inside the lines, you can get beautiful, vibrant pictures. But when you colour outside the lines, or ignore the lines in life, sometimes you get Picasso, or Monet. Somedays colouring outside the lines creates the brightest painting you have ever seen.

So the underlying, or overlying, or out-of-the-lines lying point of this is that you don't have to have to live life between the lines. It's not always as much fun. Take the time to find the lines and step outside of them every once in awhile.