Saturday, April 9, 2011

the metaphorical nail in my foot I got avoiding a metaphorical pile of dog poop

Would I have ever thought 5 years ago that I would look back on my quarter-century life and see a fistful of regrets?
No. The answer is no, I was sure I was too careful for mistakes. Or, at least too careful to make any real ones.
With that kind of cocktail of naivety and pride, it's a wonder I've even survived at all. I mean, shouldn't I have been abducted or died in some car accident by now? I like to compare my existence--the sheer miracle of it---to the miracle of retaining both of your eyes for the duration of your life. Those delicate, gelatinous balls of translucent tissue and water are affected by DUST particles for crying out loud. I mean, seriously!

And now that the veil has been lifted, what now? What the hell now? I find myself plagued by the memory of a speech on sin and its effects on us I had the wonderful privilege of hearing as a 9th grader. Imagine you are a piece of wood. Every sin is a nail you drive into yourself, the piece of perfect wood. Jesus (savior, woo!) removes the nails in confession, BUT we're left with the holes forever. In other words, the consequences from your mess-ups stay with you forever. and let me tell you, a broken relationship (friend, boyfriend, spouse, relative) is a scathing little bugger of a nail.

Pretty sad for us out there. Especially if you're like me and keep nailing things to yourself. Or running into stray ones just lying around. Nails that is. Or step on ones jutting out of the ground. They don't tell you that's how the nails really get you. We're not (in general) so masochistic as to do things we think will be injurious to our persons. NO! We think we're doing ok until @#$!@$%@#$^ in comes the rusty nail on the pavement we hit trying avoiding a pile of dog poop.

That's real life. Substituting a nail to avoid a pile of dog poop. Choosing or falling upon A "sad" to avoid an "even sadder." We don't usually get a choice of "Happy or Happy" or "Happy or sad." That would be too easy. And THEN sometimes what we THINK would be "even sadder" is really just the "SAD!"

I'm sure anyone reading this is probably thoroughly confused by all of this rant, but the point is very simple: Life, and trying to live it well, is just really hard.

Sometimes, sometimes a LOT of times, you're probably being an idiot. We just hope and pray our idiocy doesn't hurt us or people around us too badly.




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