Possession is an insidious concept.

We think we own our parents, our children, our lovers when the only thing we own is ourselves.  Somehow, when some cultural myth or psychological weakness creeps to our brain we are convinced that our lovers or children or parents don’t love us unless we have their exclusive attention. Yet we esteem most those who allow us freedom to grow and share.

How do we fall into the trap of possession? It is a trap that crushes us in its vice where we struggle to be free of the pain and restriction. If we are lucky, someone will spring the trap with love, and licking our wounds we will continue to love and grow. Uncrippled.