Thin Line

There's a thin line between politeness and rudeness, between a smile and a flirt, between a flirt and a great love.

Just as such there's a thin line between assumption and fact, sadness and melancholia.
Often there's a thin line between being scared and freaking out, between having a good time and getting wasted; a thin line between self-confidence and unsureness.

I've seen people struggling to get over the sides of this thin line, wondering and questioning their choices, their words...
I've noticed how seldom people feel alone, although they are surrounded by other people, while others are exactly the opposite.

Chaos and order is within each of us; some of us are simply searching for balance.
[I always find my balance in the music I listen to,

the plants I care for

and the people I love.]



Where - Munich, Germany;
When - end of July - beginning of December (2015);
With - Nikon 1 V2 (50mm f/1.8G; 50mm - ISO 160; 1/10000s-1/20s - f/2.2-1.8 -0.7/0EV).