Tying the Knot

No metaphor here. I was just walking around and noticed that my shoe laces had become untied. Normally, I would just ignore an untied shoe in hopes that it might just go away, but unfortunately the shoes I’m wearing have EXTREMELY long laces and this was just not something that could be left to ignorance.

I don’t tie my shoes very often. I’m the type who ties his shoes once, loosely enough to take on and off, and I think that has made me take for granted how beautiful the act of tying a knot is. Sometimes I think the tedium of the simple things make us overlook the skill and sheer beauty of that thing. I can remember, slightly, learning to tie my shoes; bits and pieces really. One thing I do remember was that it wasn’t easy, but the satisfaction of getting it right was cathartic, not that I knew at the time what that was (or even now). And the double knots! Oh the double knots, they were like legend until you learned how real they were yourself!

It’s been a weird day.