When One Lives In A Paradox: Being A Borderline Uncovered
What's a paradox? Asked my friend the rabbit.
And I told him, it's the risky behavior he takes to grab food, forgetting that the wolves were also about to eat him up.
What's a paradox? asked my friend the butterfly.
I told her, she's free to fly high, but she risks being also eaten alive, being captured and damaging her wings, yet, she still flew, while the hawk was looking down, and she landed on this beautiful rose, not knowing, the thorns were there. She ripped a wing, the hawk swooped down and ate her and the bird risked eating her, to then be clawed at, and killed by the fangs of an also, very hungry cat, but in order to get to the bird and back, the cat had to cross the road, and when she ate her meal, a car ran her over.
The driver behind that wheel of the car, was drunk, his wife had just asked for a divorce so he went to let the pain ease with a few drinks. So after hitting the cat, he hit another car, and was killed instantly by impact.
The cause and effect of being a borderline is much the same.
You purposely cause damage you can't undo, you try to hold someone close, you end up pushing them away , you try to make them understand that every little thing hurts, even if it's something so little. That every little thing effects you, because you feel "too much" , see too often, listen with intensity, touch with so much passion, smell the lavender just to calm down.
And you're a paradox. You cause & effect so much.