Always looks like a trap, then you realize you found freedom. The irony fools us again, and again. We expect to be stuck with the hollow, depressing feelings, only to find there’s a playground in all the hollows. We expect to hurt wherever the sharpness punctures and get all surprised when the holes are large enough to widen the view. The holes are large enough to let our real selves escape.
From an accustomed perspective we don’t get much done. We don’t learn. Without the learning opportunity, we don’t grow. Stationary is what we are, when we miss the chance to progress. Another sun sets on our less-than productive day. All we needed to do, though we maybe didn’t realize it, was to open a window.
Windows are cracks in houses, like eyes are viewports on souls. Someone’s always looking out while someone else is looking in.
The only sad thing would be if no one missed us while we left ourselves behind. What reason would we have to return?
And then there are those who don’t even look you in the eye because they’re too caught up in their framework of feelings. They seem too wrapped up in a mood to connect with anyone else. If given half a second of contact, they might combust. But then, turning traps to ashes could bring freedom too.