Hop on, sink in
If there is one metaphor that is worth associating with life in general, then it’d be of a tiny stone launched at a still lake. Once it…
If there is one metaphor that is worth associating with life in general, then it’d be of a tiny stone launched at a still lake. Once it leaves the comfort of the hand, it’s practically on its own. The thrower doesn’t know what will happen next. She expects the stone to skip at least 10 times but only time can tell how many bounces are recorded. Or if it will bounce at all. We’ll have to wait and watch although the show doesn’t last long enough… even if it feels like eternity.
When the stone finally touches the water surface for the first time, splashing a little bit before moving on, you can sense urgency in the air. Everything else in the world stops so that this launch fulfils its destiny. The stone acts as if it’s at the center of universe and nothing else matters. The flat underside of the stone propels it further, making it believe that it can cross the lake if it sets its mind to it. So much at stake, so little to change.
One hop done. Next hop in production.
Hanging in the air for a few microseconds, the second base is about to take place and then hopefully third and then fourth and then fifth… as the energy fizzles out eventually.
Isn’t this precisely how life in general works? You are launched onto a journey you can’t afford to understand; you are expected to accept everything that is front of you — so much so you don’t get to have a say in what the world will call you for your introduction — and make do with all sorts of situations whether it’s dry as the air or wet as the water below. The mantra being, just keep bouncing and you’ll be fine.
The key is to continue moving ahead no matter what happens, creating temporary ripples for the time being. Nothing is permanent in any case. And after a few skips, you will drown and become one with the lake you fought against.