Trials and pearls

So comes another day of trial. That might sound strange from a lawyer. I understand. But here is the rub, trials are different when they are your own. Today we drive on out of state to take on the powers that be. We have hope that things will turn out all right. But there is the sinking feeling that no one sees these things the way we do.

Perhaps the most troubling moment is when you have a certain outlook on the world around you, and then your vision is contradicted by the people around you. You expect certain things, then when things go wrong, you find that other people had a different expectation.

Life is a grind. Life is made possible by the conflict, the rubbing of two diametrically opposed forces. That pearl of great price comes with the struggle of the oyster to deal with its affliction.

Some people might say I reflect too much on oysters these days. Behind its rocky exterior is a soft, slippery being. Amorphous in aspect. Grey in color. Yet, hiding a pearl, sometimes. The product of its discomfort.

I don't think I have been an oyster long. For many years, kept close in the comfort of my family, I was able to shine. Shine on the surface. Shine with youthful exuberance as the reflection of the love of your family. But as you get older, the surface is worn away. The shine dims. As more and more people see you, consider you, they come to look at your exterior, your greying aspect. And they turn away to the sparkle and the new.

Don't they know you are working on a pearl within? Can't they see the product of your misery?

Perhaps that is why I am writing these little missives.

On we go to another trial. Work on that pearl.