Parallel lines

We were once but a point that became a line because we pursued our capabilities

We were lines that always travelled together and conquered the plane, but never to meet.

If we ever pass the midpoint of the crossing line, may you continue to treck the path that you have sorted out right before your eyes. 

May you continue to treck and converge paths and stop at the midline. 

If we are parallel lines, do not ever turn your path just to meet with mine. 

Because we all are nothing but lines crossing with each other at a certain point and at a certain time. Nothing is permanent. 

We all must go on and abide the rules of the complexity of life, and continue the lines. Until one day, your path might converge with one's own path.