Everybody thinks they are a handyman. Everybody claims to have the right tools in their belt. Everybody swears it can be fixed. Everybody promises it’ll be like new. Nobody understands the meaning of the word “irreparable.” Everybody thinks; nobody considers.
It’s not your fault for having delusions of grandeur. It’s just how this world works. They say ignorance is bliss, but wise words don’t change the fact that fighting a losing battle only results in heartache. Don’t waste your time trying to restore a former glory. Accept that it simply can’t be done. Take all those broken pieces and reassemble them into something new altogether. Learn how you can stop it from being broken again. That’s all we can do. That’s the only way to move forward.
It’s like the childhood game of hide-and-seek. When the seeker starts counting with eyes tightly closed, you take off in your search for the perfect hiding spot. You lie in wait to see if your hiding spot is as good of a choice as you believe it to be. Now, it was time to see who will be the last one to be found.
The game can last for hours. As the minutes tick on by, you’re on pins and needles while waiting to be discovered. It’s all an internal battle. Do you give up knowing you’re too hidden for your own good? Do you keep the hope alive that the seeker hasn’t given up the search or, dare I say, forgotten about you?
That’s life though. You find yourself sitting there with controlled breaths while you wait—just waiting to be discovered or forgotten or rejected or cherished or needed or wanted or loved. You are waiting for life to happen so you can start living. You’re waiting for that godsend of “Olly olly oxen free!” so you can come out into the open while remaining safe.
Maybe you’re waiting in vain.
Maybe you aren’t the person who should be hiding.
Maybe, just maybe, you’re the one who ought to be seeking.
Small steps are all it takes. Small step after small step after small step. It may not seem like much to the outside world, but it’s the only way to make progress. You have to get your footing before you can walk, and then walk before you can run.
The small steps aren’t momentous occasions in the journey, no. They slip by without announcement and leave you feeling strong enough to face a new day. It could be the smile of a stranger or the way your head hits the pillow just right before you fall asleep or the joy of reading a book underneath a shade tree on a summer’s day.
Olly olly oxen free. Now go seek your great perhaps.