Boundaries (Scouts in the Netherlands)

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Boundaries

A multitude of human impressions pours down on everybody in the course of being. When entering personal space, they are initially neutral in most cases. Yet, the direction they take in the long term strongly depends on individual perception.

Often, it is hard to categorize the ones that we let into our lives as good or bad, whatever that may mean in a personal context. That’s because one either has to judge prematurely or invest some time to look closely enough to form an opinion.

Sometimes, this can take a long time. Only after a lot of observation, it becomes clear that who appeared to be a great company in the first place might not be that impressive anymore after some time has passed. When negative impressions begin to prevail, eventually, the question arises if this is the desired environment.

Nevertheless, allowing others to enter one’s life does not mean that this is an irreversible law. It might take some time until it becomes evident that distancing from those doing more harm than good and setting clear boundaries defends one’s dignity after all.

Scouts in the Netherlands

I took this photo in August 2020. You can see a construction that the scouts in the Netherlands built in a forest that they frequently use since they have a headquater in it. This forest is in the small city “De Bilt” in the Netherlands. 

Scouting is a popular youth activity in the Netherlands, with many organizations offering programs that can help young people to develop valuable skills, build character, and make lifelong friendships. Scouting is a great way for children to learn about their environment and get involved in activities that can help them grow into responsible adults.

Hi there, I'm Stefanie, the photographer, and author of the blog post you're reading now.


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