“I don’t see much sense in that,” said Rabbit. “No,” said Pooh humbly, “there isn’t. But there was going to be when I began it. It’s just that something happened to it along the way.”
Isn’t this the way many things progress? You begin a task or start a thought, and there is imminent sense to the endeavor. It seems right, it seems whole. You’ve thought it out and decided that this is the direction you want to go. Then it all goes off-track somewhere, sometimes without you knowing, and usually by the time you notice you’re not pointed at your destination anymore you’re so far off point you’re not sure you can get facing the right way again.
Sometimes you get to wandering because it just makes more sense to go around a pothole than through it. Sometimes you lose direction because your vision isn’t clear. Sometimes you get distracted by something or someone else’s journey and it affects yours just like a magnet to a piece of iron. And sometimes it’s just because your original thought was incomplete or flawed. There wasn’t any real sense in it to begin with, even though it seemed like there was at the time.
It’s not the first time I have identified strongly with something Winnie the Pooh has said, nor, I imagine, will it be the last. I love the incongruity of getting deep thoughts from children’s books. The best stories I read to my girls gave me little kernels of truth too, keeping life as simple to me as it is to a child.
“It’s just that something happened to it along the way.” A simple acceptance of the fact, and moving on. I guess that’s pretty grown up after all.