Closets, cupboards better known as are constructed to store things, shoes, clothes etc. The closets provide for order and aesthetics. The clutter not all over the place; the room looks neat. Just how we all like it. Whether the items in the closet are neatly arranged remains unknown. Courtesy calls we don't open other peoples closets.
Society creates rules we should follow to make the 'room' neat. There's order. The premise on which these rules are built are well intended. For left to our own designs... Little needs to be said about that. Connotations and actual labels are provided for those who go against the grain. And though these are people who also want the room to look nice and neat , they've been necessitated to create closets within closets so they can fit. A nice safe dark place where noone can reach.
Frank and Jeff would love to slip together hand in hand together towards the sunset but Jeff has a 2nd marriage and kids and a job and... to keep nice and tidy in society he has to keep his closet safe. Frank will just have to play along and paint a rosy picture.
Grace grew up in a family and later married into another who frowned on alcohol apart from sips every 6 months. Her closets held 8 bottles of whiskey where there was sweet relief from the critical stares of all...even from her kids.
Carol loved her food, Sam his extreme (?) porn... in the closet. Those who go out with their 'dirt' in the room are frowned upon and people distance themselves from them.
Funny isn't these who criticize loudest have some of the largest closets?
Its so easy to point fingers at Frank, Jeff, Grace and Sam. But arent we giving them construction material for their closets? I appreciate the structural rules in place for society and the motives behind them. I also appreciate the free choice and fleeting resolve we were built with as our imperfection.
Then there's the other mechanism that gets in the way, keep ruining this journey; our conscience. We push it further and further away.
Our consciences are the light that comes from under the door. Its the voice of a loved one looking for you in the rest of the house as you're hiding out in the closet... Within the closet.
Pushing the voices far away causes frustration within yourself, anger, questions in your loved ones minds.
Stepping out into the light might mean we put on a facade, say we are doing the plumbing, looking for a lost shirt in the closet. Not the closet within the closet. Might mean we loose our closet buddies and the safe cosy closet.
There should be liberation in the darkness of the closet but why isn't it all complete, fulfilling in here?
There's probably truth in the sounds coming from the outside of the closet. From within ourselves. As they clear your stuff after your funeral, won't the skeletons that lay in the dark show up? The closet within the closet will show up. There's probably truth in all this noise.
When you cant make up your mind between 2 evenly balanced courses of action, choose the bolder. W. J Slim
Society creates rules we should follow to make the 'room' neat. There's order. The premise on which these rules are built are well intended. For left to our own designs... Little needs to be said about that. Connotations and actual labels are provided for those who go against the grain. And though these are people who also want the room to look nice and neat , they've been necessitated to create closets within closets so they can fit. A nice safe dark place where noone can reach.
Frank and Jeff would love to slip together hand in hand together towards the sunset but Jeff has a 2nd marriage and kids and a job and... to keep nice and tidy in society he has to keep his closet safe. Frank will just have to play along and paint a rosy picture.
Grace grew up in a family and later married into another who frowned on alcohol apart from sips every 6 months. Her closets held 8 bottles of whiskey where there was sweet relief from the critical stares of all...even from her kids.
Carol loved her food, Sam his extreme (?) porn... in the closet. Those who go out with their 'dirt' in the room are frowned upon and people distance themselves from them.
Funny isn't these who criticize loudest have some of the largest closets?
Its so easy to point fingers at Frank, Jeff, Grace and Sam. But arent we giving them construction material for their closets? I appreciate the structural rules in place for society and the motives behind them. I also appreciate the free choice and fleeting resolve we were built with as our imperfection.
Then there's the other mechanism that gets in the way, keep ruining this journey; our conscience. We push it further and further away.
Our consciences are the light that comes from under the door. Its the voice of a loved one looking for you in the rest of the house as you're hiding out in the closet... Within the closet.
Pushing the voices far away causes frustration within yourself, anger, questions in your loved ones minds.
Stepping out into the light might mean we put on a facade, say we are doing the plumbing, looking for a lost shirt in the closet. Not the closet within the closet. Might mean we loose our closet buddies and the safe cosy closet.
There should be liberation in the darkness of the closet but why isn't it all complete, fulfilling in here?
There's probably truth in the sounds coming from the outside of the closet. From within ourselves. As they clear your stuff after your funeral, won't the skeletons that lay in the dark show up? The closet within the closet will show up. There's probably truth in all this noise.
When you cant make up your mind between 2 evenly balanced courses of action, choose the bolder. W. J Slim
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