Hassig

It never ceases to amuse me how we inter­act with one another as humans. We con­stantly have things we would love to say to cer­tain peo­ple, but for a myr­iad of rea­sons we hold back. We bite our tongues, devis­ing a strat­egy to deliver our mes­sage. This is not directed solely at con­fronting peo­ple with words; it is a much larger scale. We are dri­ven by needs to con­nect, to be loved, to be accepted, and we are more often than not will­ing to sac­ri­fice who we are and who we would like to be to obtain those needs. And while we all seem to be in the same boat, we fre­quently estab­lish walls between our inter­ac­tions, only to be opened with time and com­mit­ment like a small stream carv­ing a canyon. Although I don’t believe we could han­dle it oth­er­wise. It seems as if we will always live with this strange dichotomy. No mat­ter how much we talk about or long for authen­tic­ity, we will never be com­pletely free and direct in all of our inter­ac­tions. Oh well, we learn and we adapt — some bet­ter than oth­ers. Despite it’s com­plex­ity, our inter­ac­tions oper­ate on a sys­tem and always will.