Mud

“Don’t get in the mud! You’ll get dirty!”

That’s what I hear these days.

I grew up playing in the mud. My holidays in the countryside were the best. The bigger the mud, the happier we were. Not to mention my grandparents didn’t have a washing machine…

But now, the mud is forbidden. The mud outside.

Let’s put the mud inside then: the fear, the shame, the anger, the hate, the frustration… you name it.

I like the mud outside.

It’s easier to clean.