The Green Grass

Now there's a tale about a place that too many long to be. Its the place we've all imagined ourselves in, hoped to reach, envy those we thought were there, and desperately strive to grab onto the things we think will get us closer there. We've convinced ourselves into believing that all of life, all our efforts and endeavours, all our successes and achievements must all grow towards the ideals and ideas of that particular place, and even if we couldn't get there, we would make whichever sacrifices were needed in order to get as close to it as we could and simply call the race the pursuit of happiness.

Yes we've all heard of the magnificence and the lush of the green grass in that place we call The Other Side, beyond our reaches, across the mysterious fence. Indeed, heard of it, but has anyone ever really been there? I can't understand what on earth the big fuss is about climbing a fence just to get to a place so that you could enjoy the 'splendours' of smelling the lawn and lying on turf! And then there are those who know they can't reach it, so they copy the Jones' and attempt to grow some green grass of their own, only because that's the idealised image of a rumoured success.

Yes, as the song goes...Someone once told me the grass was much greener on The Other Side, but I paid a visit, and it's possible I missed it, it's not different, it's exactly...the same.

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