Where’s Your Waldo?
Remember those books in the 80’s? You’d have to find this goofy-looking guy amidst a colorful, chaotic picture. The whole point was, once you could see him, you couldn’t un-see him.
Which brings me to a recent incident with someone I know and who, though is not close to me, I still care about. So, here’s my question for today: What do you do when you find “Waldo” but still don’t want to see him? Sort of a white elephant kind of a thing. Are you following along?
In the chaotic picture of our lives, we sometimes miss the obvious because we refuse to look it square in the face. Why? Fear of change, fear of failure, fear of the unknown. But that’s crazy if the unknown is now in our faces, right? Well, yes and no. What you suspect may be true, but when you have to square off with it, then you have to make another change, perhaps a residential change and that would be a magnificent upheaval in our lives. Even if this change is for the better - no doubt about it - we still fear it. How crazy is that? Big time crazy. The alternative is too much to bear.
What’s even crazier is that I let this make me crazy. I see it coming like an out of control train and there is nothing I can do except slap this person across the face and say, “Wake up! You have children to think about!” In my imaginary scenario I mention a few other things such as self respect, but that’s private.
So, I’ll stay mum for now, although it isn’t one of my strong points, and quietly listen for the train whistle.
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