I saw a piece of string lying on the floor and for some reason, it just grabbed my attention. Aside from the nasty reminder that I really need to do some serious room cleaning, what did this piece of string tell me?
It reminded me of how all of us are bound to someone or something. That no matter how far we go, no matter how large the number of people we meet over time, there's always a piece of string that binds us to what we were or where we were before those major changes took place. It can be the place where we grew up, it can be family, it can be childhood friends, it can even be something as intangible as a memory.
Still, it's there. And whenever we're in trouble, or lonely, or just feeling lost and disconnected, all we need to do is grasp that piece of string and follow it. And it'll bring us back to that place in our minds where we feel safe. To those times when our worlds were more carefree. To when we were still whole.
Then again, that piece of string could just lead to more confusion, as this passage from a poem (whose author's name I forget) shows:
"Bind me or set me free
Or love me less or love me more
And play not with my liberty
Either take all, or all restore
Bind me, at least
Or set me free"
I have a weird knack for remembering random bits of poetry and whatnot. :-) Except for authors' names.