Sometimes, a bar is just a bar.
Sometimes, a lift is just a lift.
Sometimes, the clanging metal or dull thumping of bumpers and the billowing chalk cloud are symbolic of nothing. Sometimes, the best thing you can do is let it go.
It was a lift. You tried to lift something. And you failed.
It means nothing about your life, your heart, your soul, your time here on Earth.
One failed lift won’t make you a bad person, a worse parent, a horrible daughter, an inadequate brother. It won’t even make the cashier at the market put your eggs on the bottom of the bag.
[Tweet “It was just a weight that gravity pulled to Earth early, before you wanted it there.”]
You’ll pick yourself up, walk away, and search your mind and your memory for what went wrong. Maybe you’ll find a clue. Maybe you won’t. And then you’ll come back and try to move that weight again.[Tweet “It’s just a lift. And life will go on.”]