I watched a few minutes of Crufts the other day.
Handlers parade their dogs around a ring, holding the lead taught and seemingly uncomfortably high, so that the dog’s posture looks good. So that they can be displayed at their best.
Outside just now, across the street, a man was walking his dog on a lead. One of those retractable leads where the dog’s freedom can be moderated; the lead shortened or extended at the push of a button, curtailing the extent of the dog’s freedom to roam, bringing it to heel.
I wonder if as human beings we hold our own lead sometimes?
Sometimes pulled taught to show us off at our best, yet maybe inauthentic? Sometimes reining us in from our full potential? The lead, or leash, often invisible to us.
Where would freedom take us?