Let’s be honest; every great line in every gripping play, thrilling script, or repeat-button worthy song only add up to a collective of ideal situations. They are what they are — just lines. In reality, absence makes the heart wilt, the body numb, and the mind fog. These horrible afflictions are our best defenses. They harden. They tranquilize. They cloak. The silver lining lies in what we make of ourselves in overcoming our own defenses. In allowing ourselves to be vulnerable. In accepting the present and forgetting both past and future. In rewriting history’s greatest lines with ourselves as the major players. The lead roles. The inspiring characters.

Lines are just lines until someone draws the curtain, calls out “Action!”, or lays down the recording arm. If the lines are not lived then they die as empty words scribbled in a notebook.