Hassig

I like night. I always have. The night time has always felt peace­ful. It has a ten­dency to be much qui­eter. My aunts and uncles are no longer call­ing the house ask­ing for my par­ents. The calls from solic­i­tors cease, and fewer cars travel the roads. Every­thing about it whis­pers a quiet, serene story that does not seem to care whether it is heard. The dark­ness drapes the land­scape and all things bright­ened by the harsh day­light. Things that were once clear and easy to see are hid­den by a shroud of black, occa­sion­ally high­lighted by moon­light or harshly brought to sight by our man made lights. For some rea­son, this lim­ited vision and lack of abil­ity to see into this dis­tance brings peace. What is strange is how dark­ness lim­its what we can see around us, but it is the only time we can see into the cos­mos, places far beyond our world. The light retreats to rest for the evening and dark­ness quickly fills it’s gap. It drapes every­thing and pro­vides the oppor­tu­nity to look up to a world the light hides so crassly as if the sun is afraid we will cheat on her with other stars and novas.

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.