s p r i n k l e d s t r e e t s

And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor— And this, and so much more?— (ts eliot)

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

independence

i.

Life is a progression of dependencies. Or so it seems.
We are born into dependence; unable to care for ourselves, we gladly suck at the teat of our parents, sucking as much and as often as we are able.

Warm milk. Sour milk.

Acceptance. Rejection.

Homogeneous.

As we become adults, we transfer our dependency onto our peers, our lovers, our employers, God.

yet we desire this "independence." we put great effort into this endeavour: we become educated, we mortgage houses, we believe that responsibility equals independence.

But we want the throne that we have already abdicated. Why do we kick against the goads?

Independence, like authenticity, is another cultural wet-dream.

ii.

i am independant. i live alone. i support myself. i am in love.

i am a university student. i create my own morality. the world is mine. opportunities are there to be taken.

i am in control of my own destiny.

iii.

control:


who has it?
who does not?
why?

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