So, we all deal with grief in different ways. My sister, Iris, dealt with the loss of our Mother and her husband within five months by adopting a five year old Beagle/Pekingese. For reasons that I will explain in a minute, I have chosen to give her the nom de blog of The Huntress, like the DC superhero/villain.
The reason I have named her this is because aforementioned canine apparently sees it as her mission to rid the world of all squirrels. She has, so far, been unsuccessful in this effort for three reasons:
1. Squirrels have their own superpowers and can leap tall trees in a single bound.
2. Even if The Huntress did catch up to a squirrel, said squirrel would claw her eyes out.
3. The Huntress rarely goes outside without a leash, rendering both of the above factors moot.
I’ve been dog sitting this week while Iris is visiting her grandsons, so I’ve had many opportunities to witness The Huntress’ behavior. We’re walking along or hanging out in the backyard just as calm as you please, then suddenly her little ears go up and she’s hot in pursuit. The chase is on, her goal is within sight, she is gaining on her prey, then ***YOINK*** The leash pulls her back, the squirrel is up the nearest tree, game over.
As I observed this scenario this afternoon, I heard myself saying to her, “Man, life on a leash is a bitch isn’t it?”
Of course, if The Huntress had the ability of human speech she might have answered, “No, Uncle Joe, but I am.”
This did not happen. But it got me thinking, aren’t most of us held back by some kind of leash? In my case, it’s pretty clear that my depression has wreaked havoc on my life. Money problems. Socio-economic status holds a lot of people back. In many countries the color of your skin, the family you were born into, or your gender can be a leash that holds you back. The deity you worship (or don’t). Who you are attracted to. These can hold you back too if the majority doesn’t approve.
Or are you of the opinion that all of the above “leashes” are just excuses? Crutches?
On the other hand, maybe we need some of these leashes. Just like my leash keeps The Huntress from running into the woods after a squirrel and getting lost or eaten by a bigger dog (or a particularly bad ass squirrel), there are leashes that are in place in civilized society that keep me at bay. I can’t take out my anger at being cut off in traffic by murdering the butt wipe that cut me off. This “leash” keeps me from having blood on my hands and, to be perfectly honest, has also kept me from being murdered when I drive like a butt wipe.
I don’t have any answers to these questions or a profound conclusion. Just some thoughts. As Arsenio Hall used to say, “these are just things that make you go hmmm…”
So, fervent readers, any thoughts? What leashes are (for good or ill) holding you back?