frontier

I embark upon this task of writing about something – frontiers, borders- with an intention to coagulate something which I have been reading a lot, though with a resonating guilt of merely reflecting someone else’s ideas. But I chose to ignore this guilt, and rather, gratuitously, hope to pen down what I seemingly found reflective in author’s article.
A frontier, a border, pictures in my mind something arid, harsh, and meaningless; it echoes the horizontal vision of mankind, where distinction is drawn by a simple mindless line; something which is left aloof by civilized, with an ever mounting insecurity to feign it as impenetrable. But still the reality leaks, from here, there, backside, beneath, with a hope to mingle with the quotidian; we plant our best defenses, weapons to guard our intrusiveness from the freakish alieness, but somehow it manages to stride along with us. In abstraction, we draw these borders each day; we guard ourselves from this newness, rather this liable weariness; we surround ourselves with loyalties, solidarities which we aspire to increment, but within us rests those dreams of far-land-fairies; we admire his’s hisness, their their’ness and her’s herness, but conceal it deep within us, to avoid a judging gaze. Still in our dreams, in abnormal world, their world, this desire unfolds, and we applaud the expediency of action, conclusion, we wish to ape his’s hisness, but suddenly!!, gosh, we see ourselves trapped in dogma. We smirk at our impotency to step across this border, and vehemently employ our common sense’s to laugh it off
But someday, we need to cross this line, we got to see the other world, else we shall be left bitter by the pummeling curiosity of whats-going-on-there; this desire to step across, to reach the unreachable, shall have nothing to do with courage, it would be a simple, and bland desire to move on, to embrace the change, to shed off the past selves, and to wear some new skins.