Each of us dwells in our own house, where many rooms are found, some well loved and others we dread to go.
As we wander the halls and spaces, perhaps we'll glance through the windows and see others near by and far away.
At times there may be visitors, who knock our door and we invite in, taking them to our familiar and often-presented areas where we can be comfortable for a while.
We think from these rooms, talk and see the world based on this place, perhaps even stepping out now and then to see what else is there, as a tourist visits a foreign land.
I often wonder what it would be like if we all came out of our homes, or were invited deep into another's space once in a while...
Surely we'd find places similar to our own? Some welcoming and some locked tight.
What I'm realizing (as Neo in the Matrix but not so cool), is that these houses were built for us, mostly without our knowledge, and often without our control. They came with our DNA, our childhood and now our TV screens.
Yet we live here as if these places are us, and makes us defined by what they contain, fearful of what we will find 'out there' past the door...
Is this how life is to be? Controlled and manipulated by those who would have me think, talk and act in a way that benefits only those with invisible power, visibly building our cities and towns for their own purpose? It's beguiling, the possession, the outer teasing of self and ego, it creeps up on me like an unseen fog. I should look like this, be like that...
I think to break out of this path and work on rebuking this control, reconstructing a home suitable to my needs, and those of my neighbours and loved ones. Somewhere that all can enter, unlocked and free.