Boundaries

Boundaries

Lines. Borders. Fences.

By definition, a boundary is a dividing line; something that creates a border, separates one thing from another.

And that sounds incredibly limiting.

But what if I told you it wasn't?

What if I told you boundaries are a good thing?

What if I told you they could bring about the most freedom your life has seen, to date?

I'm 26.

Still learning. Still testing limits.

Still accidentally obliterating lines I should leave lie and missing the hurdles for the fences I should clear.

But something that's profoundly settled in my soul recently is that boundaries are purposeful.

They aren't intersections of segregation, separating the free from the imprisoned.

They aren't here to steal, kill, and destroy.

On the contrary, they're actually tasked with the civic duty to uphold the maximum amount of freedom we can experience as humans.

Because the truth is, boundaries aren't as confining as we choose to believe.

Maybe, if we stopped doing our best to run from boundaries, under the assumption they're restrictive, we'll finally learn to embrace them. And to rest in knowing that those boundaries are what allow us to live the freest life possible.