I mowed the grass for the first time in months the other day and along the way I noticed something; my mower blades need sharpening. Good thing I have a grinder that my father gave me a couple of years back. All they need are nice, new edges and they’ll be back to cutting grass blades, instead of shredding them, in no time. I just need to remember to shut the grinder off when I’m done.
You see, for a while now I’ve been subconsciously grinding away on another grinding wheel. In the world of idiomatic expressions, having “an axe to grind” is to aim at something either selfishly or with ulterior motives. Mine, without question, has been selfishness.
I’m no longer the person I use to be. I’ve parted company with a mindset that use to define me and apparently this hasn’t set well with some. I’ve lost friends over it, which in turn doesn’t set well with me. I don’t like what has become of my situation. But it is what it is.
I want badly for people to understand, but I’ve come to believe that this isn’t necessarily what people want. They want to know but not understand. They want facts but not comprehension. Knowing facts and comprehension simply aren’t the same thing.
Reaffirmed is the fact that no one, especially me, can make people understand. I sense that such is what I’ve been trying to do, but today I am shutting down the wheel. I’ve grown weary of the sparks that fly all over the place. I am tired of the sounds of the grind itself. I’ve pulled the plug on the grinder.
