Today, after getting some upsetting news, I laced up my shoes and headed out for a run. I felt the tug to stay at my desk instead. But I ignored it. A few steps into it, I felt a different sort of tug. This one, muscular in nature, pulled at me to abandon my efforts. I ignored it too. The tug, that is. The reason for the tug, I acknowledged. Then I observed the tug melting away.
Dire Straits, The Bug began playing on myTunes. I listened and thought about the ups and downs of everyday life. Lately, it really does feel like a game. And sometimes I truly feel like I really am the ball. It’s trial and error. It’s give and take. It’s a challenge and, yes, it’s a joy too.
I think they call it life.
Well it’s a strange old game – you learn it slow
One step forward and it’s back to go
You’re standing on the throttle
You’re standing on the breaks
In the groove ’til you make a mistake
Sometime you’re the windshield
Sometime you’re the bug
Sometime it all comes together baby
Sometime you’re a fool in love
Sometime you’re the louisville slugger
Sometime you’re the ball
Sometime it all come together baby
Sometime you’re gonna lose it all …