I have a memory of when I was 12 and I was fixing a flat tire on my bike. I loved that bike. It was my bike. I had taken full ownership of it. It was so interesting to see the inner-workings of my bike, how the wheel sat on the frame, how the tube was so thin yet so sustainable. I was a curious young man and so as I took more and more of the bike apart I just wanted to dig deeper and deeper. There were these little balls that were on the inside of the wheel. I took the little balls out of the wheel and tried to grease them but I could never get those little balls back into the wheel. I remember having this eerie feeling that I had ruined this bike that I loved so much. I knew that it would never be as good as it was before I messed with it unless I took it to the repair shop or bought a new wheel. Who could afford that at the age of 12?
If only I wasn’t so curious, if only I would have slowed down, if only I would have asked my dad for help, if only my dad was actually around for help!
Isn’t that what life is like sometimes? A click here, a click there, a question here, a question there and the next thing you know you have taken something way beyond your expertise and you can’t figure out how to put it back. That thing that you loved so much has been ruined. If only. If only.
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