Sandbox

You may not know this, but I can see the flickering reflections that dance behind your eyes. I know them because you and I play together. We sit in the same sand box. We have the same toys. They were lonely till we found them beside the refuse. We saw the same beauty in their stains and fractured frames. Together they dance in our hands. We share each other’s stories as though we too could be the hero. They skate between bedtime tales and accounts of horror’s agony. They are not puzzle pieces searching for solitary safety, but tainted cloth torn from the same painting. Their colours run and fade between them, blurring their place in an inconsistent image. We compare scars. Together we revel in the blood we have shed, whilst watering the thorny bushes that are stained red from writhing. We laugh at the parts we’ve clothed and cringe and the garbs of others. In this sand box we do not build castles or dig holes. In the sand we right stories in a language we cannot speak and draw images we have never seen, only to have them lost to the wind. You may not see this behind the cataracts, but I have not played with one of you before. As with the others, even with all my toys in the sand, there remain some games we cannot play. But this is our box, our toys, our colours and scars, our parts and garbs, this is our sand. I will stay and play with you in our sand box, for despite all that I see in your depths, they are still only flickering reflections dancing behind your eyes.

An Aid to Constructing Self in Relation to the Other

Fluidity of perspective does not exist outside of external influence. An individual, as a member of a social body, feeding on positive regard, will construct and writhe within their personality in an effort to negotiate their identity with the expectations of others. This has been perpetuated an endorsed by certain social structures as it lubricates interactions and promotes focused productivity. Yet is results in certain inter and intra personal conflicts. This is especially pronounced in cultures that promote individuality and the importance it has been imbued with in disciplinary society. Now that we have a culture of individuals who struggle to negotiate the implications of their relatively new found fear of loss. A useful approach to cope with this by steadily gaining a better understanding of that which it one may lose. In other words, the thoughts and feelings one attributes to and uses to construct their sense of self. With an improved grasp of who a person is to themselves, the implications can be better explored. An uninformed expectation of others can be socially hazardous. Though understanding without communication is masturbation, as it feels good and has many personal rewards, it is incomplete. When one is able to convey an informed view of one’s ‘self’, expectations, boundaries and perceptions of others, it offers those with whom one relates a better basis upon which to plan social behaviour and the implications of their identity upon it. Without that we have little choice but to act blind and wonder why we’re bruised. Life, love, and identity are responsibilities. Work must be done to maintain them. If one does not, then they have no right to rage when they break