Diluting, diluted, weakened.

Since I am a surgical nurse, precision isn't an option, it is essential. We use a type of dye, a constrast, that illuminates the body's vital organs, bloodflow, tumors, fractures. Sometimes, we must dilute the dye with saline, for various reasons. If we add too much saline, the dye cannot do it's job. It becomes too weak, too diluted to display the anatomy needing to be displayed on the xray. Thus, we add more dye, contrast. Diluted. Life can become too weak, too thin, too much added. One of the things in my life I have known to be the truth...I must know who I am and what I stand for, against. To question and wonder what I am all about causes confusion for myself and my family. Raising teenagers is not for the weak of heart, but being an adult in today's world isn't a cakewalk either. Adults are struggling with the right concentration in their life as well. When we start thinking our wants, desires, purposes are more important than what HE has in store for us, well, soon we no longer have definition, shape, color. There isn't enough DYE, CONTRAST in our lives to show a difference in right and wrong. When I start changing my consistency for the surrounding atmosphere I may be in for that moment, it will start changing my core ingredients, my soul, my being. I become weak, diluted. Spread too thin. I have opened many bottles of contrast in my 25 years of nursing. I have learned the right mixture, the right concentration and I follow the doctors orders when instructed. Why? Because that is what I promised to do when accepting my nursing code of honor and ethics. It matters to the patient and their outcome. In my life, it is much the same. I must have the right concentration in my life. I must add the right amount necessary inorder for the important things to show up, be defined or else.....I will fade, fade into the woodwork, into the walls, into the ways of the world, into the broad road of confusion.