David’s youngest son loves having discussions in metaphors. We can talk for hours using only metaphors. Yet we get to the heart of the topic, and are on the same page with understanding what we are trying to say. The other day we were talking about some random stuff, and I just nonchalantly said,
“Well there are different kinds of being sick, or hurt. For example, if you have a runny nose and cough it’s not as severe as the flu and you don’t treat them the same way. Or let’s say you have a splinter under your fingernail, you don’t cut off your whole arm to get rid of that splinter, do you? No, you try to get it out with a pair of tweezers, some tape, or glue. If that doesn’t work, you can sometimes leave it in your finger for a while and let your body do all the work for you. Eventually it will expel it on its own”
That’s when it kinda hit me. These metaphorically speaking conversations about what others may see as insignificant ramblings, can spark something deeper. As we sat there chatting about life’s mysteries, it dawned on me that what I had said, for him to understand something, actually helped me have an Ah-Ha moment of my own.
I’ve been dealing with a “splinter” if you will, and I’ve taken the approach of leaving it alone, ignoring it, and not doing anything about it. Because quite frankly, if I’m going to be honest, I don’t give much of a fuck about it.
The problem is, this splinter is festering. It’s like a boil on the tip of your nose, or the cheek of your ass. You can ignore it, let it go, not deal with it, and see if it just goes away on its own. But it doesn’t. It comes to a head and then just when you think you can pluck it with a pair tweezers, it slips right back under the skins surface. You know it’s there. It’s like wild ivy, if you don’t maintain it, it runs rampant and takes over every square inch, invading everything in its path.
And I find myself saying:
Unfortunately it is all too real. I’ve ignored it, haven’t given it any attention, frankly it doesn’t deserve any in my opinion because it’s a worthless piece of trash, just stuck there, like gum on the bottom of your shoe. But you reach a point where you have to say enough is fucking enough already.
Get the fuck out of here.
A person will only take so much crap from a festering splinter, or anything else for that matter. Then one day, they find a way to rip that fucking splinter right out from underneath their fingernail and throw it in the garbage, right where it belongs.
There are times in life where letting something go like, Elsa would say, is a good thing. Let it run its course and it will resolve on its own. Don’t give it the attention it desperately craves and wants, but most certainly doesn’t deserve.
Then there are other times, where an immediate intervention is required. If you happen to follow the let it go course, and suddenly find yourself needing to take control of the situation because it’s just out of hand, take the bull by the horns, and set that bitch straight.
You are ultimately in control of the situation. Even if you don’t feel you are.