I often wonder if other people believe in giving second chances. And, at what point is one chance too many?
I ponder over a situation that has caused turmoil, sleepless nights and tears to be shed, yet still I have no answers. An opportunity from the past I briefly considered, but didn’t realise was available, presented to me in what I saw as a second chance.
In my experience, second chances bring hope, excitement and possibility…but do remember I am often accused of looking at life through rose coloured glasses! As a small child I fell in love with story telling and relationships of all sorts, and I’ve lived in a romantic bubble ever since.
So, when that second chance failed, I questioned how the shattered pieces could ever be put back together. I mean lets face it, life is not so easy as a jigsaw puzzle. We grow, we learn and we let go of what we no longer need. Shattered shards are stuck back together to create an updated version of the old. The same, yet vaguely different.
But, at what point do you declare you’ve given it your best shot and enough is enough? Is a third, or even fourth, attempt a recipe for disaster. A chance that should have remained unexplored and left in the past where it failed to make a lasting first impression.
I don’t have any hard and fast rules as to when I declare a situation has reached its expiry date. When I run out of steam and my passion begins to waver I know the end is near. By the time it reaches this phase, there is little or nothing that can be done to ignite what was once there. I guess I’m stubborn like that…or perhaps tiny cracks left between mended pieces are large enough to let common sense seep through and taint my colour of rose.