Attaching the wheel that came off

March 5, 2008

There was nothing big. Just a series of small things, little variations to the routine.

But somehow a wheel came off the vehicle I was driving.

And the car kept moving, the loose wheel kept spinning…. I make myself stop, and try to figure out where things are.

But now parts are scattered, and more are coming off. The machine keeps spinning. We created this concept of time, yet we don’t know how to stop.

I know it takes a while for me to wind the machine back up. Build up of little things, easy things that can be checked off. But some days, it appears that there are too many of these little things to make a dent. It’s like trying to climb up a pile of sand. You struggle hard, yet you’re not moving faster.

And I feel like kicking me in the head — how did this come off so far? Why are these little things affecting so much?

I’ve learned how to maintain better balance. So I thought.

Yet, it still is very precarious…fragile.

Like trying to stand up a needle, on a hard surface.

While dreaming about becoming a pillar.

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