We’ve all got them.
Fences that dictate who we let into our lives.
Fences that set the boundaries of ideas we’d consider.
Fences that are all about, me, mine and I, instead of we, ours and us.
Fences that mean that if you’re on my side you’re safe, you’re good, you’re “normal”.
Fences that say I’m right, you’re wrong.
Many times, the area prescribed by our fence is arbitrary, determined by inertia, what our parents modeled or simply because “we’ve always done it that way.”
More often that not, we’ve constructed them out of fear.
The fact is that expanding the perimeter allows for a whole new world of possibilities, one that is never as scary as it may seem at first.
The fact is that until we all becoming more willing to move our fences out, we risk remaining hopelessly and sadly stuck.