We, humans, we do this thing
We tack up our lives inside invisible fences
We draw lines around ourselves, never daring anyone to cross
Never looking inside them, not even for ourselves
Maybe not all of us
Most of us, though, yes.
I've been watching
I've paid close, careful attention
To those around me.
And it's true.
We build these invisible fences, each of us has our reasons.
They are good reasons.
They are valid reasons.
And the fences work, almost usually, for almost everyone
Not always, not for everyone, and certainly not for me.
In the end, the fences we build fry everyone we love
And though my thoughts are somewhat disjointed
I'm tearing mine down
It's dangerous and grueling work.
Bear with me
And in the meantime, know...
If I say I love you, I mean it.
If I say I'm sorry, I don't.
Because sorry is just another fence
And regret is useless
I'm still struggling with this one.
The posts are buried deep.
We all make mistakes
And in that space, forgiveness thrives on it's own
None of us are getting out of this alive,
but some of us will get out of it happy.
I intend to try.