Don't step on the cracks
My 9 year old son is going through a "don't step on the cracks" phase. Classic childhood game he is currently playing a little too often. If overindulged, it slows us all down and drives me potty. Sometimes I have to make him stop the game and just tread on the blooming cracks so we can get on with our day. The importance of the journey from A to B sometimes outranks the game.
I'm apparently supposed to be playing the game myself in life, wherever men tell me I must, although I persist in trying to stomp on the cracks they've drawn up to limit my stride.
Each time a new "you can't say that" rule is introduced, I realise there's another crack that the rulemakers have recently drawn on the floor, and they have decided we're not supposed to stand on it whilst we are trying to walk from A to B. We're supposed to lightly prance over the crack whilst reciting "there is no crack here, I'm avoiding nothing, I always walk like this, tralala"
The pathways of our lives are full of cracks, that we casually observe on our journeys, distinguishing expertly between cosmetic cracks that must be stepped on confidently or else we'd never get anywhere, and major potholes that need to be sidestepped lest we hurt ourselves.
The cracks are merely simple, material facts that we notice, assess and dismiss as inconsequential on our journeys. Oh look, a shop. A balloon. A man. Step on crack, don't break stride, move on.
Oh look, a man
No, wait, a man who I mustn't call a man