A better place to play.
Kes originaali teab?
"Ja kuigi ta teab, kellest ta hoolib.. kõnnib kui klaasikildudel. Nii päevast päeva Rahutu Tuhkatriinu varjab end teiste eest."
Disco sulle, mulle. Dingo mõtetest pole tõlkes midagi alles jäänud.
Remember when you couldn't wait to get your go with some popular toy in the kindergarten? Something that was just slightly less broken or less worn out than all the other Soviet branded articles of entertainment? The rocking horse that still had it's handles intact. The model Lada with it's wheels still turning. Ring any bells? Does for me. Life starts throwing you about on your very first days on the playground. And every so often you'll fall blatantly on your ass. You came in one morning and somebody else was on that horse. Or Sasha & Misha had already taken the Lada for a joyride. And you knew they could drag it out till the end of the day. You'd just have to hope for Mom & Dad to bring you in 10 minutes sooner tomorrow morning. Or maybe the brothers got lost on their way home and wouldn't make it. Harsh.
Regardless of the case - our first reaction to such intolerable treatment? The one and only "I am definitely NOT your friend anymore". Straight to the point, no messy communication.
But once the understanding of friendship VS material welfare kicks in, rules change.. who could have it in them to discard every person who's done us wrong. We become tolerant. Peace through the barrel of forgiveness.
The thing is. How many people have you become acquainted with over the years of your life? Well. You reckon they ALL like you?
Do you feel the same about every single one of them?
No you don't. You forgive and forget, forget to forgive, move on, say "bygones", fix things, deny, apologize, scream your head off. And so on. And so on. In terms of human relations, you're a 911 on wheels. Everyone f*cks up. No reason to get all sentimental about it. Get a weekend away instead. Give Monday a chance.
However. Some things get broken or undone which shouldn't be fixed. Like the toy car. It was one thing when those wheels stopped turning.. it was a whole different story when Sasha actually stepped on it. Twice.
Who is to say when random repair becomes constant maintenance?
If you ever had a pet then you know down to detail what I'm on about.
They're cute growing up. You were 12 years old and on a high that superseded a Scarface nose down in his mountain of sexy white particles. Puppy eyes and soft paws. Girls going "aww."
Sorry.
Girls going "AAAAWWWWWW.............." while trying hard to mimic those puppy eyes.
Until one night you couldn't be asked taking his sorry puppy eyes for a walk. And mind me. He had probably started eating more than you and may well have weighed a ton. You just couldn't see it. You'd been there throughout and he never grew up. Routine maintenance kicked in. When in the park, he started taking you for a walk. Girls still went "aww" but you just checked the time and dragged him away. For f*cks sake.. haven't you seen a dog before? Let me get back to my friends, I'm three drinks behind as it is.
A pet is for life. We all know that.
Same doesn't go for people though. People come and go. And it's perfectly normal, because in the end, we all lead our separate lives.
And I reckon the playground rules still apply. If they're keeping you from getting on that horse and breaking your toys, take a step back. Maybe this isn't your type of playground after all. Forgiveness is a scaringly selfless act - there will never be a guaranteed return on their part. Besides, you can't run like mad forever to be the first one there each morning.
Constant maintenance will eventually wear us down, it won't make things new. Just as sure as Xmas starts in August, no matter what the calendar tells us. Been to Harrods lately?
Learn to leave broken toys behind. There's a reason for them being that way.
"Ja kuigi ta teab, kellest ta hoolib.. kõnnib kui klaasikildudel. Nii päevast päeva Rahutu Tuhkatriinu varjab end teiste eest."
Disco sulle, mulle. Dingo mõtetest pole tõlkes midagi alles jäänud.
Remember when you couldn't wait to get your go with some popular toy in the kindergarten? Something that was just slightly less broken or less worn out than all the other Soviet branded articles of entertainment? The rocking horse that still had it's handles intact. The model Lada with it's wheels still turning. Ring any bells? Does for me. Life starts throwing you about on your very first days on the playground. And every so often you'll fall blatantly on your ass. You came in one morning and somebody else was on that horse. Or Sasha & Misha had already taken the Lada for a joyride. And you knew they could drag it out till the end of the day. You'd just have to hope for Mom & Dad to bring you in 10 minutes sooner tomorrow morning. Or maybe the brothers got lost on their way home and wouldn't make it. Harsh.
Regardless of the case - our first reaction to such intolerable treatment? The one and only "I am definitely NOT your friend anymore". Straight to the point, no messy communication.
But once the understanding of friendship VS material welfare kicks in, rules change.. who could have it in them to discard every person who's done us wrong. We become tolerant. Peace through the barrel of forgiveness.
The thing is. How many people have you become acquainted with over the years of your life? Well. You reckon they ALL like you?
Do you feel the same about every single one of them?
No you don't. You forgive and forget, forget to forgive, move on, say "bygones", fix things, deny, apologize, scream your head off. And so on. And so on. In terms of human relations, you're a 911 on wheels. Everyone f*cks up. No reason to get all sentimental about it. Get a weekend away instead. Give Monday a chance.
However. Some things get broken or undone which shouldn't be fixed. Like the toy car. It was one thing when those wheels stopped turning.. it was a whole different story when Sasha actually stepped on it. Twice.
Who is to say when random repair becomes constant maintenance?
If you ever had a pet then you know down to detail what I'm on about.
They're cute growing up. You were 12 years old and on a high that superseded a Scarface nose down in his mountain of sexy white particles. Puppy eyes and soft paws. Girls going "aww."
Sorry.
Girls going "AAAAWWWWWW.............." while trying hard to mimic those puppy eyes.
Until one night you couldn't be asked taking his sorry puppy eyes for a walk. And mind me. He had probably started eating more than you and may well have weighed a ton. You just couldn't see it. You'd been there throughout and he never grew up. Routine maintenance kicked in. When in the park, he started taking you for a walk. Girls still went "aww" but you just checked the time and dragged him away. For f*cks sake.. haven't you seen a dog before? Let me get back to my friends, I'm three drinks behind as it is.
A pet is for life. We all know that.
Same doesn't go for people though. People come and go. And it's perfectly normal, because in the end, we all lead our separate lives.
And I reckon the playground rules still apply. If they're keeping you from getting on that horse and breaking your toys, take a step back. Maybe this isn't your type of playground after all. Forgiveness is a scaringly selfless act - there will never be a guaranteed return on their part. Besides, you can't run like mad forever to be the first one there each morning.
Constant maintenance will eventually wear us down, it won't make things new. Just as sure as Xmas starts in August, no matter what the calendar tells us. Been to Harrods lately?
Learn to leave broken toys behind. There's a reason for them being that way.
posted by Henri M at 11:28 AM
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