The Playground

The Playground, a physical symbol of the mind

Swings, the habits we love to indulge in: the fantasy of escaping gravity at the apex of the swing, to push the boundaries, all the while knowing we will never reach maximum, else we come to a disastrous fall on the top.

Merry-go-round, the circles we run in our thinking, to a dizzying pace, euphoric in the brief moment before the urge to vomit take over. We are the merry-go-round's self starters, running faster and faster, only to do it again after ride slow down. At the eye of the platform, the forces pull us in all directions, a loose grip, and what awaits is a face full of sand.

See-Saw, we all eagerly attempt to balance the two sides of ourselves, the inside and the outside, the right side and the left side, the good side and the bad side.
Only when we have tired ourselves, do we come naturally to rest somewhere in the middle. Its just then that one side or the other gets up and goes over to the merry-go-round. Leaving the other side in the sand.

Rocking Spring Horse, ever get the felling of going somewhere and never getting there.

Sand Box, all of those great ideas get tried out, sand castles, sand pies, sand flies (ouch) but you always have to bring extra tools to actually enjoy the sand... hmm.

I better stop here.