GOOD FENCES DON’T ALWAYS MAKE FOR GOOD NEIGHBOURS

A new morning. A new day. I was able to nudge the rock from my hard place. There’s more room to maneuver now. It’s true that not everyone sees the same picture. Not everyone have the same experience of the same situation. I don’t want to live in a world of polarity, one in which you are right and I am wrong or I am right and you are wrong. Must we always talk in absolutes? If we must, then the conversation is dead.

There are more than 50 shades of being anything. But I haven’t been able to negotiate with any yet. I’m living in a world of action and reaction. You are always right or I am always wrong. Nah nah nah nah! I am tired of being polite, diplomatic and travelling the high road, turning my cheek at the same time. I’m tired of having it thrown in my face. I am ready to cede to accepting the fault as mine – just to mend the fence and end the war. It doesn’t make me a better or worse person. But it does end the dispute, argument, and fight over superiority. It puts an end to everything.

I’m not feeling super but neither am I in the pits. Using a worn cliche, Life goes on. The sun is bright and warm. The birds are flitting here and there. I’ve put in my rows of peas. The stakes for them to climb are up, too. Whatever happens between our fences, I might have a few greens to eat later. The Weed Man has been contacted and informed that we do not want any chemicals on our side of the fence, regardless of what the neighbour says.

I feel as if my soul is being poisoned by all this. It is sprayed and wilting. It will brown soon and crumble into a million pieces. So I must raise my fences and put on my impervious shell, smile, nod and still try to be a good human being. What else can I do?

About hafong

Hello! My name is (Leung) Hafong alias Lily Leung. You always say the last name first….that is the Chinese way. That is my partner lurking behind me. Since this is my blog, I won’t mention his name. But this is a rather cool picture. You see me and yet you don’t…sort of the way I feel about myself most of my life. So this blog is a self-exploration, an archeology dig of some sort. My tools…..words of a thousand or so at a sitting. I will try for that.
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