As when water trickles upon a rock, the erosion that occurs is imperceptible – in the short-run.
It doesn’t matter that the rock may be serving a useful purpose, like buttressing a footbridge. Nor does it matter that the people who walk across that bridge have come to depend on it. Sustained pressure works, every time.
We want to be the water.
We approach life with a belief that consistency is the key to success. We do what we do every day with an eye toward the future. We stick to our plans by doing all of the little things that need to be done today so that our tomorrows will be better.
But most of us are rocks.
Each of us struggles with managing the daily stressors that slowly wear away at our resolve to succeed – or even our basic will to survive. When we are young and our level of resistance is high, we notice the drip, but we are strong enough to ignore it. Time and the drip conspire against us.
Good intentions count for nothing.
Being involved in a relationship that is decaying is a lot like that. When the arguments have been had and the walls between the two have been erected and fortified, the real ugliness begins. The point, it seems, to the existence of one or both of the former lovers – their lone reason for living, is to wear away at anything that is left of the relationship to ensure that its destruction is complete.
Common sense, logic, or considerations of how this behavior misshapes the future have no place in this discussion.
Drip, drip, drip.
Photo by Leonard John Matthews on Flickr – Creative Commons
Originally posted at Ray’s Blog – March 19, 2011