Getting Old
What struck me today was how much cars and trucks are like people.
When they are first brought home they are loved and doted upon. Every little speck of grime is washed and wiped. They are proudly displayed to every visitor. Every scratch is cried over. Stroked. Kissed.
We think that how the world looks upon them reflects upon us.
Eventually, as they get a little older, they begin to be treated with something approaching indifference. Now the little scratches and bangs are ignored. "That's nothing. Get over it."
Time passes.
They get even older. Wrinkled where they were once smooth. Leaking fluids. Over-heating. Difficult to get going on those cold mornings.
Then time for the scrap heap for that piece of crap.
Unloved.
Alone.
2 comments:
Oh Dear, that is not a good future to look forward to indeed...
But then again this old beauty is still delighting children and is still very much loved...so much so that it had a major refurbishment a short time ago.
And then when it was gone for the makeover the fear was it was gone forever...and after many loving fans frantic questions to the city the only thing to do was to calm the fears and ensure that it is back where all can enjoy.
Sometimes we are more well loved than we think. And there is a purpose for us being here...because even if we don't realize it our existance makes others feel special and worthwhile.
Like those old beat up wornout stuffed pooh bears there is still lots of hugs left even if our stuffing is coming out and the fabric is getting thin.
You mean it is time I was sent away for a face lift?
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