I took a pair of shoes to the cobbler today. Only one was actually being fixed. The other was more or less a point of reference. A point of understanding how I wanted the tattered one to look.
Soon after the cobbler began fixing mine, a young boy came in with his own shoe. With exactly the same problem I had. At this point I began looking around the cobbler’s stall, looking to find other similarities. And I soon realized that it was surrounded by a myriad of other shoes, each differing in their purpose and construction but most times only one of a pair.
Even though the pairs took the same path, one was often the one that was spoiled, deconstructed.
But in its own way, this represents our own path.
It represents how facets of our lives can be congruently held together whilst being torn apart.
It represents the parallelism of experiences across same paths.
It represents how irrespective of its construction, everything has a capacity to fall apart.
But it also represents the value of experience, the importance of taking the journey to begin with. Of walking all possible paths and taking everything that comes with it.
It also represents the capacity to construct from the deconstructed. To build from what has been torn apart. To stitch and sew experiences to create something whole.
Something that makes the path truly worthwhile.