The Authentic Eclectic

Leakage.

A story about the leaky plug in my kitchen sink.

“The Plug” by the author.

I used to think life was a jug. You’re born with an empty jug and it starts filling up — quickly.

Very soon, your jug is full. That doesn’t stop you trying to pour more in.

All that new stuff that we keep pouring in, it seems so important. More important than what is spilling out.

Where do all the spills go? Not far away. It just settles on the table around the jug, a mess we no longer see as an immediate concern.

We could mop it up and squeeze it back into the jug. For most people, why bother?

We scramble for the new, regardless of the mess it makes, rather than cleaning up the messes of old.

This all made good sense when I was a younger man, but as I’ve gotten older the jug doesn’t hold water anymore.

Or perhaps it’s the other way around. It does hold water and that’s the problem.

If you just let the jug sit there and do nothing, life doesn’t stay the same, it just slowly trickles away.

Leakage.

Time for a different metaphor.

Sometimes I feel I’ve done a lot with my life, sometimes, so little.