The Ties That Bind Also Chafe

As a small child, family is a warm blanket that keeps out the chill and cuddles you in its folds. There is a certain implied invincibility.

As an adult, the bond doesn’t always have the same level of comfort. At times, individual ties seem to truss me like a marionette – I am bent according to their whim. One pulls at the string so tightly that it hurts. One’s tie is slack and never moves, almost as if the person is gone. One’s tie frays and splits, threatening to break completely. Free will is always just slightly out of reach…

A re-occurring dream of mine has me slicing through every one of my strings with a carefully concealed pair of sewing scissors. I fall into nothingness and land on a beach somewhere at low tide. The water languidly laps onto the shore, briefly wetting my toes before receding into itself again. Before I have time to think, my feet are pounding across the sand. My damp hair tastes salty as the wind whips it into my face, and I am laughing.

I sometimes long for the freedom that dreams bring.

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The Ties That Bind Also Chafe

As a small child, family is a warm blanket that keeps out the chill and cuddles you in its folds. There is a certain implied invincibility.

As an adult, the bond doesn’t always have the same level of comfort. At times, individual ties seem to truss me like a marionette – I am bent according to their whim. One pulls at the string so tightly that it hurts. One’s tie is slack and never moves, almost as if the person is gone. One’s tie frays and splits, threatening to break completely. Free will is always just slightly out of reach…

A re-occurring dream of mine has me slicing through every one of my strings with a carefully concealed pair of sewing scissors. I fall into nothingness and land on a beach somewhere at low tide. The water languidly laps onto the shore, briefly wetting my toes before receding into itself again. Before I have time to think, my feet are pounding across the sand. My damp hair tastes salty as the wind whips it into my face, and I am laughing.

I sometimes long for the freedom that dreams bring.

20130314-142625.jpg

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