A while back I made an analogy in the typical fashion of me;
all at once, a mini epiphany.
But here it is, encore, walk with me as I stretch it out a little further. Diluting nectar with some water to make juicy juice.
People: we're like shoelaces.
It seems like we're separate. Each end existing independently of the other, hanging out, doing its thing, flopping around. But then you start to trace your way back to, wait, why am I flopping around like this? And you see that you are not, in fact, alone, maybe, even, part of another end. And that you are holding a bigger entity together.
You are not just a cool string with a plastic cap for a head.
You are part of the shoe. An integral factor in the equation of kickin kicks. And so essential, too! And so you keep moving. Weaving in and out you discover the rest of your essence is doing so much more than you'd thought, you, over there flopping around. You, plastic shoelace end.
There are parts which are in constant contact, friction, tension and motion. And so you weave. And bob. And make it to another end. It's like, hitting the shores of the new world (aka the Dominican Republic).
All over again.
But, you know, this plastic end, though it looks just like me, well, it's not, it's flopping on the other side of this shoe and, well, that's a whole different world.
And then someone spills ketchup on you.
Oh, heavens what a nuisance. So you get pulled out, to get ready for a good cleaning (or replacement even) cuz you know they'd be damned if they're not rocking some fresh crispy joints.
And then you realize, stripped of your shoe-home that yea, there are two ends to this shoelace story.
But there is only ever one shoelace.
all at once, a mini epiphany.
But here it is, encore, walk with me as I stretch it out a little further. Diluting nectar with some water to make juicy juice.
People: we're like shoelaces.
It seems like we're separate. Each end existing independently of the other, hanging out, doing its thing, flopping around. But then you start to trace your way back to, wait, why am I flopping around like this? And you see that you are not, in fact, alone, maybe, even, part of another end. And that you are holding a bigger entity together.
You are not just a cool string with a plastic cap for a head.
You are part of the shoe. An integral factor in the equation of kickin kicks. And so essential, too! And so you keep moving. Weaving in and out you discover the rest of your essence is doing so much more than you'd thought, you, over there flopping around. You, plastic shoelace end.
There are parts which are in constant contact, friction, tension and motion. And so you weave. And bob. And make it to another end. It's like, hitting the shores of the new world (aka the Dominican Republic).
All over again.
But, you know, this plastic end, though it looks just like me, well, it's not, it's flopping on the other side of this shoe and, well, that's a whole different world.
And then someone spills ketchup on you.
Oh, heavens what a nuisance. So you get pulled out, to get ready for a good cleaning (or replacement even) cuz you know they'd be damned if they're not rocking some fresh crispy joints.
And then you realize, stripped of your shoe-home that yea, there are two ends to this shoelace story.
But there is only ever one shoelace.
Hehe. Oh how I love a good analogy! The part about the ketchup made me smile :) Nice writing, I'll have to stop by more often! Cheers.