When I take a peak into your world, this is what I see: I see that you live on a patch of green, green grass. You’ve spent years watering this grass and it shows. You’re proud of how green this grass is and your comforted by the feel of it beneath your feet… it’s what you know. On the outskirts of your patch of grass, there’s a fence. The fence keeps stuff out. You started building this fence when you were young, plank by plank, experience by experience. It hides the world beyond… and it hides the parts of yourself that you’ve deemed unworthy of water and light. Life on...
What If the Grass Really Could Be Greener on the Other Side?









