Flat Out Folly

Three days ago I got my first flat.

I was far away from home, without a spare — having run flats.

Honestly, I know how I likely got it.

I have never been one to avoid obstacles — usually just forcing my way through.

So, when it came to potholes, I sometimes secretly enjoyed hitting them, thinking it would toughen up my car.

Stupid, I know. But it’s true.

My $500 folly sticks out like my limp wheel. And I can’t get it replaced until tomorrow.

Now without my car, I am reminded of what it is like to lose something you care a lot for.

Life relentlessly reminds that moments are fleeting, days slip by, and we too will one day deflate into something rather useless — hopefully though, having served our purpose.

Thankfully it was sunny this past weekend, to salve the sadness I sat with.

I spent the last three days listing out what I am thankful for.

I used to argue that life was more fun when lived carefree, without rules — geared into ‘moment-living’.

But I am learning that living in the moment doesn’t work when you’re popping what’s precious.

Sometimes sorrows are healthy. Especially when they turn you, helping you evade future pits you used to plough through.

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