Broken.

I broke my nail.

OK everyone, let's have a moment
of silence for what once was.

*Silence*


After you hopefully chuckled
for a moment or two, let me share
with you why I shared this with
you.

As you can see from the picture,
my nail was pretty long, and as
you may also be able to see it
broke pretty low. It hurts, but
I have had worse.

I got to thinking about how life
is like this situation. I got to
thinking about how things grow
and grow. Sometimes we attend to
them and make them look nice, and
sometimes they grow any way. And
then, one day, they suddenly break,
and sometimes in a painful way.

If we continue to let things grow they
may be more and more beautiful, and
they also may be better off if we
paid some attention to them and did
some pruning every now again. Perhaps
it is the pruning that allows us to
keep what we got, and maybe even makes
it stronger.

If I hadn't let the nail grow so long,
it likely wouldn't be so short now.
Maybe if I had been willing to let
it go, I would have had more as a result.

Interestingly (perhaps) it makes me
consider what it would take to keep
the length of the nails I still have.
Do I cut them down, or do I let them
stay? Obviously, I run the risk that
they, too, could suffer the same fate.

Any which way it goes (and I know you
want to know so badly which way that
will be, don't you? LOL) I think it
was a worthwhile event, as it brought
something to my attention that I had
never really considered before in this
way, and perhaps it will be something
of value to you, too. I am sure this
metaphor could be fleshed out even more,
but even in its minimal state, it would
seem to me that it is an example of
how painful it is sometimes to keep
things as long as we do.

Have a great day.

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