drawing lines, making boundaries or just putting up walls ? how is it you differentiate between them all ? the borders are fuzzy enough for you to randomly cross over from one position to the other.
it is so very easy for any of us to believe that some lines are flexible. we’d like to think that we can see things from other people’s point of view. that we think about what we say. that we know where we’ve broken the unwritten rules of social behaviour.
in truth, we don’t. we like to think we do, though. and that little belief system keeps us in our utopian world.
the smallest of things can have the weirdest of effects. thinking about it now, its the small things, the minutae; that so easily twist the world around us.
believing that we are finding our boundaries, we proceed to set up fences; closeting ourselves, trying to “protect”a psyche that is fragile enough to be shaken at a single word. that can be cracked by one action.
and so, we erect barriers against that. nothing comes in, but conversely, nothing can go out either.
and so, we cut ourselves off from people. one way, or another, its a catch-22. you’d need to draw a line at drawing lines. which is pretty ironic.
do we put up fences to keep things out ? or to keep them in ?