Sinking

All I've heard all day is drilling. They are doing construction in my office. Everyone is walking around with face masks. The dust is thick. A guy came by our office and said, "I think I just breathed in half your floor". That's how bad it is.

It started with a small hole. I don't know how there came to be a hole in the floor. But they just covered it up with a board and said don't go near it.

Today a construction crew came to fix the hole. But it didn't look like they were fixing it. The whole day they kept drilling and drilling and the hole kept getting bigger and bigger. Is that how you fix a hole? By making it bigger?

The hole is so big now you can't even walk directly across the floor, you need to make a roundabout route to get to the other side of the office. I can still hear the drill in my head pounding away. Every time I breath in I expect to get a mouthful of dust.

We have 'holes' in life too. Problems, sometimes of our own making, and sometimes they just came to be. We need to fix them somehow. By making the hole bigger?

When a person is sick, sometimes they need to get sicker before they can get better.

I don't know where this analogy is going. All I know is that there is a huge hole in our floor.

And I wonder if, sometimes the hole gets too big that you just can't fix it.