Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools
There's a certain humility to this, as well as a stoicism. A few times I have spent a decade or so on trying to make something happen - and watched it trashed, over a period of a few weeks. Personal relationships, career directions, client relationships. Often I've been a part of the mechanism that destroys the achievements, sometimes I've had the help of malicious influences outside of my control.
But where there's life, there's hope. I recently sighted a prior nemesis across a room and the thought came to my mind:
"You should have taken the hit out on me when you had me beaten"
It's only with a detached sense of sad satisfaction that I watch this person's own situation unravel. A dish best served cold, I suppose.
I seem to survive, from one disappointment to the next. And it seems that every dead end is an opportunity to reinvent myself. In every case I now thank those who destroyed my efforts when they did. I didn't feel it at the time but as my beautiful mother once told me:
"Often he things that are best for us are the things we would not choose for ourselves"
I wonder what I'll be five years from now? And who will I be able to thank for destroying what I currently have?
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