The other day, I tried not to stare at the woman with long, scraggily hair streaked thickly with dull iron gray. She was studying the meat, the chicken, the rows of sausages at the store. I could see how she calculated the cost, how she looked at the prices and set them next to what was in her dollar store purse. It was sad. I finally looked away. I imagined that she felt she didn't belong on the pretty aisle.
Observing how the English ivy wound its way around a small tree trunk, I asked my daughter why the English ivy simply didn't shoot straight up. Why did it take a circuitous route? It needs something to cling to, she said. I thought this was rather insightful, coming from a twelve-year-old girl. Instead of growing directly toward the sun, the English ivy tacked left then right until it had secured its position on the trunk. It held fast. It wasn't going to budge. This is why we fail, I thought. Oftentimes we never get directly to our goal but, instead, try, fail, experiment, try again until we inch forward. In doing so, we establish security. We are firm where we are. Those who attain their goals too easily, however, are bound to fall away. They are not wound tightly around the trunk. They can simply be peeled away. It is an interesting way to look at our failures, at any rate. Perhaps we are just ...
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