"The grass is greener on the other side" my mother always said to me. "You always think you have it bad, but you could have it worse". I always grew up thinking that I wasn't allowed to complain about what I have, because everything could always be worse.
"The grass is always greener on the other side", right? But what about the fence? The fence that separates the good side and the bad side? The fence where you aren't always okay, but you aren't always terrible; a middle ground between the two? I am that fence. The fence between the house that is filled with joy and celebration, and the house filled with darkness and pain.
"The grass is always greener on the other side", but I don't believe it is this or that. The fence between the two is not a white picket, it is a short, unpainted wood, so easy to jump back and forth, or stand on top of.
The fence between the two is a symbol of constant uncertainty. I no longer live in a house where, outside, the grass is greener, or the grass is dead. I live a life hurdling the fence, back and forth,
Back
And forth
because I can never decide if I am okay or if I am not.
"The grass is always greener on the other side", sure, but I believe the fence is the truest tell of a human's life.
