I just read this on a blog I read regularly, http://cairncrestfarm.com/blog/. “Almost all livestock fencing is ultimately a psychological ploy. This is obvious in the case of a single strand of flimsy electric twine successfully containing a few dozen beef cows”
It made me start wondering what fences around myself I’ve accepted as true boundaries.
Have you looked at your fences lately?
TTYL,
Linda
what a fascinating post.
i have to think about this.
fences and walls…
yes.
and wondering… like the elephant and the shackle (fence or boundary) around its leg when it’s a baby.
then it stops trying because it learned it couldn’t get free. it could now break the chain easily …
or… maybe it’s too intelligent and willing to play the game…
all interesting avenues to think about…
Now THAT is worth a ponder, Linda!
I wonder if there is a corollary, that being, that our attitude about our own freedom can be just as confining/limiting as the fences we put around ourselves.
As a lifelong loner I do know that my refusal to engage in group activities has also limited how far I can proceed — there is strength in numbers — but I too often refuse to be part of the herd so I’m ‘stuck’ with how far I can get on my own power.
Yours is an interesting puzzle however. I rarely think that I can’t do something; I always felt if I can read, I can do anything — I just have to learn HOW to do it. What I do notice is that there are a lot of things that I no longer give a darn about and no longer have any interest in doing them. I sometimes wonder if I’m getting too ‘old’ too quickly. And then I work hard at something and end up with sore muscles and say, “No, not yet.” 🙂
Cheers,
Peter
Interesting. I probably have a lot of fences and probably even more I would never admit.