the jaywalker

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I like being kind to others, but I dislike being told, by me or anyone else, that I should be nice to others.

Where the traffic lights go up, I invariably jaywalk, wrestling and resisting the strictures that find no actual-factual purchase in the heart.

Yes, there are explanations aplenty, beliefs aplenty, philosophies aplenty, but in the end corralling the wind is a mug's game. Fences have their uses, but are tentative ... sensible, perhaps, but tentative.

Of course, saying "I'm free" is a sure sign of bondage, but being free is not.

I like being kind to others.

It's the jaywalker in me.
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