In each experience of failure and weakness in life, each experience of ‘what went wrong’ we figure out new ways to be more right, or to be less wrong, and we carry on as if perfection is possible and we can achieve our most lofty goals. We can’t of course – but our brain out strategizes every chess-game move we make trying to outwit ourselves.
We get better at some parts of life, but not ‘the whole’ of life all at once.
It seems to me that different stages, realizations and transformation arrive like one of those ‘assemble it yourself’ boxes. Experiences we encounter are like the easy-assemble parts but without the ‘easy to understand schematic diagram in multiple languages’ which come with our lawn mower or barbeque in a box – we’ll put it together and always have pieces left over, always leaving from to second-guess ourselves about which steps we missed, which sequence was skewed and which nut needs an extra turn …
Is there strength to be found in our weakness?
That question floated through my mind yesterday – and it stuck. It was a produce of this ongoing wrestle with self-control called losing weight, it was connected too with ‘life-review’ in my mind I conducted while meeting with someone I interviewed on the weekend; recognizing for the zillionth time we are all the same, we all wrestle the same issues from birth to death. Our packaging varies, we travel different routes on parts of this planet, but we all move from fast lane to slow lane to ditch, and back again, through life’s stages.
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