Life is like that too. Shiny and new, clean and pristine, our hopes and dreams live on inside of us. Along the way there is a small tear, but with some love and skill, that can be mended and the coat, then a little more comfortable and worn in, is still serviceable and presentable. Dashed to the ground, our desires lose the fluff out of them, just like the coat, but it can be stuffed back in and sewn shut and then the coat can still be worn. The fluff from our dreams gets messed up, lost, stuffed back in, but it never quite is like when it was new, like when our dreams were conceived. It is just not the same, though is it bad? Or is it good? That is our choice.
How we see the old coat, as a disgusting piece of work that needs to be discarded or as a loved, worn and wonderful old garment that maybe, just maybe could make it one more winter, is up to us. Do you see the coat as a rag, lustre worn and mended one too many times? Or is it the coat that is filled with memories that are cherished and each stitch that mends the rent, as a loving act to keep it all together just a little longer?
My old coat is a good one. It has seen me through many days and I plan to stitch it up and wear it again this fall. It is not warm enough for winter, but it has good vibes and I want to keep it. How do you feel about your old coat? Is it a good one, or has it long been tossed aside for something up to date and new?