I tend to find myself getting frustrated more and more frequently with the state of my own Union. Things and circumstances seem to pile on top of each other, non of which fit snuggly and lend themselves to teetering a bit. It all becomes like a hypothetical house built on a sand foundation. Not uncommon somewhere like Abu Dhabi – but I’m no where near there, and its been high tide for going on a year and a half. Not only do I feel like my solid footing has been washed away long ago, but I have water damage. My hypothetical roof leaks too.
A few weeks ago, I came to realize that with each passing day, and each passing frustration, it shouldn’t be a reflection of myself as a whole. Every grain of sand that seems to be an irritant to me now, is a symptom of something often uncontrolable. Now, anyway. Sure a lot of these problems in life are the results of my own previous doings: perhaps I acted poorly, made wrong choices, was lazy, or simply refused to do what was right. But what we have today are just snap shots of where I am today. It may reflect on yesterday in some sense, but today is all its own, and is in no way in control of how I feel tomorrow. Next week, month and year can (and will) be vastly different than this one. If I compared this week or month to last year’s I think I would be pleasantly surprised and pleased.
But I forget these things. I seem to dwell in this murky tide and think I’m stuck. The wet sand from these poorly built houses can sure suck you in. I think its high time I moved. Maybe perch myself on some new construction in a better part of town. The sun will still rise in the same horizon it always has. Tomorrow is a new day.
Check the new property for flood zones of course, but by all means just take the picture and file it away.