Yesterday evening, Gerald and I went for one of our
ridiculously long walks. We have this nice concreted walkway behind our house. Since it’s still a fairly new area commodity, most of the trees along the path are young little things and so they offer zero shade for those of us crazy enough to exercise in such heat. Even though the worst of the day’s heat is starting to wane by the evening time, you can still feel the mid-July brutality.
Along the trail, however, is the occasional respite of shade, offered up by some older trees that happened to have been there long before the county built the walkway. It’s the moment of time when I walk under these more mature trees that I could go for a nice long pause. Oh yeah, that’s nice. Let’s just stop here for a second. It’s so much cooler here, and I don’t have to squint my eyes because of the sun’s bright rays. But alas, we don’t hesitate, no stopping allowed. Back into the heat we go.
In that shady split second, I thought of another time in my life where I’ve wanted to take a pause from uncomfortable circumstances. I remember on long car trips with my parents and sister, sometimes we would have to drive through really nasty weather. Sheets and sheets of rain would splash across the windshield and the sound of raindrops hitting the car was scary loud. I trusted my dad to navigate us safely through the storm, of course, but I’d still be on edge and crazy nervous. I would be so anxious for it to finally be over. We would drive under the occasional highway overpass, and there we’d get the ever so slightest break from the storm. It was quiet and dry. I remember thinking how nice it would be if the whole entire highway could be covered by a big giant overpass so you’d never have to drive through such hazardous conditions. Or, it would be nice if we could at least stay under the overpass just a little bit longer, just long enough for the bad weather to pass. But our small break from the rain would be gone just as quickly as it had appeared. Back into the unforgiving thunderstorms we went.
While reflecting on this idea of “pause,” I realized how impractical it would be to try to prolong some of these small moments of relief. If I took the pause I wanted under the shade trees while out walking, then it would take longer to get back to the house. And when we’re out walking “the long walk,” the less time it takes, the better! And if my parents had decided to wait out every storm by tucking under an overpass, then we would be delayed from getting pretty much anywhere we were trying to get. So… sometimes you just have to persevere. Sometimes you gotta get through the unpleasant moments to accomplish your goal, to get to your final destination.
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