Twenty dollar fire cracker. Folded sheets. Paired socks. Coffee mug stack of books.

Where do we draw the line between what we’ll do and who we are?

How many times will we cross the very line we’ve drawn at the boundary for ourselves to take something that we see as appropriate in exchange for the breech?

If the person I am in the mirror does not match the person I am to others, all of us have a problem.

Bullshitting through the maze will get you through it, but at what cost?