There
are days (and I would say most of our days) when
little or no attention is paid to things many of us may take for
granted.
There is such a case to be made for the common
shoelace,
that simple string so many of us bend over to tie
or
untie in our routine comings and goings day after day.
Oh
sure, when one breaks unexpectedly it frustrates and
angers
us because that often happens when we’re in a rush
to
get somewhere—to work or play, off to an important
appointment
we’ve made. Now consider this—there are
those,
a woman for instance, who slips into her clogs or
high
heels, lace-less; the barefoot boy who walks all day
shoe-less
across the sun-baked African plain, lace-free;
the
old man who hobbles around the house in slippers
going
nowhere in particular every day, sans-laces; that
casual
guy who prefers loafers or cowboy boots as his
footwear
style, lace-unbound. Indeed, day after day.
In
our world of wonderment, of purpose and strife, we walk
with those of our own species who may explain away the ne-
cessity
for laces. Those neatly-tied devices, securely bowed
or
suddenly snapped in half when there are places to go, for
the trouble-free some among us,
shoelaces mean absolutely
nothing.
nothing.
Chris
Hanch 3-4-17
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