Use it or lose it


This semi-abandoned truck evokes memories of so many enterprises that started out bravely and then, somewhere along the way, their fire went out. This truck sits with others that have been left to rot where they sit, monuments to a dream that died so abruptly that no effort was made to salvage the pieces.

Truck17In the absence of a guiding hand, Nature is attempting to reclaim her own. If no one fires this truck up and drives it off to the salvage yard, it will eventually devolve to the sorry state of its nearby companion truck. If not handled at this point, it will devolve further to a pile of rust. There is no end to this decline.

Our companies, our bodies, our lives are like these trucks in that we set out to accomplish something and continue to do so until we finally decide it’s too much trouble to go on. Once we stop trying, the game goes on without us and it may even involve us in ways we did not anticipate.

There is a time to grow and a time to die, and so on, but we have a choice in the matter. Give the game every thing you’ve got and when you decide that the game is not worth playing any more, move on to another game. Take your pieces off the board and leave it in good order for the next set of players if you can, but get on to the next game, because there always is one.

Happiness is knowing when it’s time to start over and use what you learned in the last game.

Best of luck in whatever game you choose to play.

For those of you who know truck-devouring weeds, here is a closeup. Let me know what it is.Berries20

UPDATE:  The plant is indeed pokeberry, otherwise known as American Nightshade. The bright purple berrries are poisonous, but they will dye almost anything purple.  Thanks to BC and Marie for their help. Pokeberryqr_425_1

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0 Responses to Use it or lose it

  1. Max Leibman says:

    Wonderful metaphor.

    Nostalgic, too–I grew up in small-town Nebraska, and right behind the backyard fence was a pasture. In the middle of it, there was an old farm truck, engine long since salvaged, the rest left to rot.

    I’m not sure what it was about that truck, but I loved it. Even at age 10, with no appreciation of antiques or cars or farm equipment (I was a nascient art and computer geek as a kid), it added a nice touch. It’s long since disappeared to make way for a new development, though.

    Now, I can mix that sigh-inducing memory with a nice bit of wisdom. I can think of a couple hobbies and relationships that are like that truck…

  2. B.C. says:

    Living in an area where about 95% of the small farms have either just shut down or sold out to multinational farming operations, I can relate to the abandoned trucks/tractors. My father’s own dream (tropical fish farm) was destroyed when the OPEC’rs shut off the taps and created The First Oil Crisis™, back in the mid 70’s, driving up prices to the point where the little guys just couldn’t make ends meet.

    From what I can see of the weed in the close-up picture, it appears to be pokeberry.

  3. Marie says:

    I was gonna say that it looks like pokeberry to me as well. I bet Fred will know.

  4. vikk says:

    OH, so that’s what I have growing all over here. They’re beautiful but I didn’t realize they were poisonous. Thanks.

    For some reason I thought they were something called American Beauty…or something like that.

  5. simeon hastings sherrer says:

    where are those trucks located and are they for sale?

    David says:
    The trucks were located in an old lumber yard on Franklin Pike in Floyd County, Virginia. Since I wrote that article, both trucks have been hauled away.

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