As when water trickles upon a rock, the erosion that occurs is imperceptible – in the short-run.
If the drip is allowed to continue for a long enough period of time, the rock will lose.
It doesn’t matter that the rock may be serving a useful purpose, like buttressing a footbridge. Nor does it matter that the people who walk across that bridge have come to depend on it. Sustained pressure works, every time.

We want to be the water.
We approach life with a belief that consistency is the key to success. We do what we do every day with an eye toward the future. We stick to our plans by doing all of the little things that need to be done today so that our tomorrows will be better.
But most of us are rocks.
Each of us struggles with managing the daily stressors that slowly wear away at our resolve to succeed – or even our basic will to survive. When we are young and our level of resistance is high, we notice the drip, but we are strong enough to ignore it. Time and the drip conspire against us.
Good intentions count for nothing.
Being involved in a relationship that is decaying is a lot like that. When the arguments have been had and the walls between the two have been erected and fortified, the real ugliness begins. The point, it seems, to the existence of one or both of the former lovers – their lone reason for living, is to wear away at anything that is left of the relationship to ensure that its destruction is complete.
Common sense, logic, or considerations of how this behavior misshapes the future have no place in this discussion.
Not anymore.
Drip, drip, drip.










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Awesome post Ray! Kinda reminds me of more than a few rocks… that eventually became stones… in a neighborhood of glass houses… owned by those who were without sin!
Thanks BJ,
So those glass houses were vacant, huh?
Ray
Ray, as always your writing is superb – but please tell me this is a metaphor.
Hi Ali,
Thank you for the compliment and for the good wish. I suppose that this can represent a metaphor to someone, so, yes, let’s call it that for now.
Ray
This certainly describes what happens beautifully. I’m sorry that you have a reason to be writing it.
Thank you, Alicia.
Unfortunately, some things end up being out of our control.
Ray
Your writing is beautiful, but I have a feeling that the reason behind you writing this is not. I’m sorry if this is a personal metaphor.
Thanks SurprisedMom,
I appreciate your kindness. I’m looking ahead, not back.
Ray