The risk that we would not go through life as family, friends was always there. Small risk as family and friends, we learn, are the “everything” destination. We count on one hand the people we can really count on. When actions thunder louder than words we pick up our Barbie Dolls and go home. We throw the spaghetti against the wall. Some pieces stick, as are the odds, the rest fall to the floor. Hold on to the pieces that stuck and make a sauce. We learn quickly through joy and more so through tragedy, just who our true friends are. When people behave differently than we would have, were the tables turned, we get confused and feel let down. Expectations often leave us open to disappointment. Will we ever know better? Reality IS the hardest pill to swallow. So we lick our hopefully not too deep wounds and look for our eight card fit. Hello Bridge players.
We try not to hold grudges. The “so be its” and the “let’s move ons” seem more sensible. We suffer most through the hard lessons of lose, in places where winning was our imagined given. Embracing knowledge is no easier through difficult lessons, just more precious. We are more apt to not repeat the same mistakes. Adage strong- “Don’t go to the butcher if you are looking for flowers.”