The web of life. Sprawling. Interconnected. Laced together with fine strings of silk. Each thread, a different moment, a different relationship, a different entity, held together with the glue of emotion. Each fine fibre holds firm another, supporting and being supported. And yet at times it feels so flimsy and weak. All it takes is the blink of an eye, a moment, an incident, the breath of a single word to tear it all apart. And then you are left with the pieces of your life scattered across the floor. Battered, broken and longing for a reason to believe.
The silk of a spider is stronger than steel, they say. It acts as a place to sleep, a place to catch food and much more. Who taught the spider how to spin its web? We humans regularly demolish these beautiful structures. What do spiders do? They move on, and rebuild their lives, from scratch.
Bad things happen, but life goes on.
It is not long before we go are gone.1
God gave everyone the ability to make a life for themselves. Yet, “we do not rise to the level of our abilities, but fall to the lies (sic) of our excuses”.2 When it feels like it is all disintegrating, remember the spider. Every thread you lay, make sure it is stronger than steel. And try again. Remember, when it all seems to be falling apart, it may just be falling into place.3 Remember, and keep the faith.
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Thank you to B for giving me the idea for this post. I dedicate this to Tutti Fruitti and all others who are going through testing times.
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Photograph of an exposed web just after sunrise from personal photography, available here.
1 A couplet from a poem I once wrote.
2 This was a quote I posted on Twitter in the last couple of weeks, but I can no longer remember where / who it’s from.
3 This is another quote I posted onto Twitter a month or so ago. Unfortunately I cannot remember its source.
