But what it comes to is quite plain when we are willing to look at it. We cannot forgive ourselves. And the reason, of course, is that we do not want to admit that we need forgiveness. We want to justify ourselves. Not outwardly, perhaps. No, but in the last analysis. For we do not want to face ourselves as we really are."--A. Powell Davies
I love to ride bicycles. I own a bicycle. It's got a hip name, along the lines of "rockhopper". It is not quite my beloved Peugeot road bike, long ago sold as part of a move. It's a solid little mountain bike.
I never ride it. I don't ride it because it has tires with odd little air spigots on them. In the modern fashion, they require a different clamp than the old-fashioned bike tires I prefer. In this wonderful Spring weather, I want very much to ride that bike, but I am stymied by the problem of inflating two tires.
There are simple solutions--learn to inflate the tires, have the shop change the inner tubes to the easy-to-inflate traditional kind, even get a cheap yard sale bike to ride.
But I do none of those things. I recognize this is because of a combination of poor planning and irresolution. Now that I type this, I see that I will go solve it.
But how many similar things I can solve in my life, if I just define and solve the issue.
I believe the number is greater than one.
