Las líneas lo deciden todo, constantemente estamos rodeados de líneas. Hay una necesidad de poner límites entre nosotros y el resto del mundo. Ponemos líneas que nos separan de cosas, de personas, de caminos que queremos evitar o que creemos que queremos evitar. Límites. Al fin y al cabo, todo va sobre líneas. En algún momento hay que tomar un decisión, reconsiderar nuestros planteamientos… ¿Me estoy perdiendo algo por esa línea que yo mismo he puesto?

It’s all about lines. The finish line at the end of residency, waiting in line for a chance at the operating table, and then, there’s the most important line. The line separating you from the people you work with. It doesn’t help to get too familiar. To make friends. You need boundaries between you and the rest of the world. Other people are far too messy. It’s all about lines. Drawing lines in the sand, and praying like hell no one crosses them. At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don’t keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That’s how we’re made. So, you can waste your life, drawing lines, Or, you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines… that are way too dangerous to cross. But here’s what I know. If you’re willing to take the chance…the view from the other side is spectacular.

[Grey’s Anatomy serie – chapter: The First Cut Is the Deepest]