If I were to be totally honest with you, I am confused as to what life is really all about.
I have lived a lot of my days either in an airplane or at an airport. So when I look at an airplane, both inside and out, I have a pretty good understanding of what it's purpose and function is: transportation, safety, and comfort (or lack thereof). Yet for the life of me I cannot figure how all of those pieces work together to keep a multi-ton, metal-container-with-wings up in the air long enough to fly me across the country in less than a day's time.
Similarly, when I look at life as a whole I can identify it's core features: family, friends, work, entertainment, advancement, wealth, happiness, faith, etc. Trying to understand how (and why) all of these things work together to form a life can prove challenging.
I looked over at the waitress after she had been helped back to her feet. Her hair was out of place and the apron she was wearing had now shifted around to her side. She was a mess and her disheveled appearance only added to the extreme look of confusion on her face.
She was painfully aware of what had just happened but she had no idea of how it came to be. To say that I was empathetic in that moment would be an understatement.
Confusion seems to be most prevalent after a fall.
I am confused.
All of us can relate to the "sneak attacks" of life that affect us when we least expect it. What's interesting to me is how those attacks can often be harbingers of what is to come. Who knows how many times the waitress slid across the tiled floor and thought to herself, "I should get some new work shoes because these older ones are losing their traction".
Perhaps the antidote to confusion is being more observant.