Colloquial Proverbs

Life is always perfect.

Except.

For the one little rock that always seems to find its way into my shoe. One tiny pebble that can throw a monkey wrench into the whole works. A niggling reminder that the smallest amount of pain becomes unbearable if it sticks in there.

If I really believed in fate, I would say this is simply a reminder from the gods that I must learn to overlook the small things. But, on the other hand, small things can be a royal pain in unmentionable places.

The other side of this coin reminds me of, a stitch in time saves nine. The idea that if I don’t take care of the little stuff in a timely manner, it will grow into something bigger. It’s just that if I don’t have a needle close by, I tend to put things off. And if I do have a needle, there is always the possibility of it being turned back on me. You can’t win with needles. They get you coming and going.

A lot of unpleasant things do that, so I suppose the trick is….. you know, I don’t think there are any tricks. Life is about dealing with what is, the best way I know how and sometimes that is one thing, sometimes it is another.

In the long run, I try to remember that kindness is a better action on my part than revenge, or one up man ship. Negative actions are usually preceded by negative thoughts and this only adds to the unpleasantness. Especially mine.

That little rock becomes the thing that pins me between it and the proverbial hard place, if I allow it to. Indulging myself in how to dispose of it only hurts me. Just as I reap the benefits of feeling love, I feel the results of whatever else it is that I allow to take up residence in my life.

There are things I have no control over, but I am not one of them.