Breakable

 

Where are the directions?

If a hair straightening appliance comes with a set of directions, the pamphlet small without much detail though it is, why not life?  Why doesn’t your life come with a set of directions, guidelines, something to go by, to hold onto when things are questionable and a little scary?

If my grandmother were here right now, I would have so many questions for her, but I, myself, being just ten years away from the age that she died, she might expect that by now I would have all, or most, of the answers, which I don’t.

I even forget the questions.

I do know for sure that we are breakable.  We are eggs traveling around without our protective egg cartons, lurching through life, haphazardly skating along.

We expect the best to happen to us, but at some point, in our lives we realize that the worst is usually hovering close by, always keeping us in its sight.

And, so keeping that in mind we go through people in our life, carelessly tossing them behind us like banana peels. 

They were good to know up to a point.

They were helpful to us then.

But what can they do for us now?