Boundaries

I am told I do not understand the word. Probably because I do not have any left, and a big part of my life is about pushing my boundaries to the extent that I don't have any left. And that's ok. I don't get mad. I don't get even either. Perhaps I do not understand the word because boundaries in maps show up in red. In life they are colourless, as transparent as you can get. Boundaries are like territory, they bring war to my mind and with war the endless senseless suffering and deaths. A country, a city, a state. You see on the rock I live we do not have those on the map either. We have villages as opposed to cities, and states are something we can only imagine. Some of us take off to see what they're like. Some of us stay here and do not know what it's like. And for the we who stay on the rock, the we do not turn to legal jargon unless we're in the law business. Sorry because this time it's our turn to put up frontiers and we do things our way as much as other people might hate it. Just because we're on the rock doesn't mean we have a pea sized brain. Nobody got suddenly blessed with a MENSA I.Q. just because they flew to see the queen. Or because they flew to the Big Apple for that. And while boundaries is a word in its own right, it just doesn't sound very inviting. I guess it's the way it's supposed to sound. Just a nicer word than a clear off. Fine. But then I have another word. Attitude. And that doesn't conjure up thoughts of war, or red lined maps. It's my word this time.