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Dear reader, 

This is a metaphor of a problem that is shaking my world and making it fall into shambles.

For years now, I have had a pair of suspenders that I love very dearly. They were always there when I needed their support, their hold, and their embrace – always ready to be worn unconditionally. 

A close friend.

Although for a while I regretfully stopped using them and lived my life without their greatly needed support, it was because I was afraid their elasticity was not enough to bear what I had been wearing. 

I recently gave up that life and came back to my suspenders, hoping they would allow themselves to be worn again.

They graciously agreed.

“I have to tell him what I need to tell him,” my instincts commanded me.

To my surprise, my suspenders took to the weight of my clothes very well, hardly stretching.

But as time went on, I could see a few bands being exposed from the weight. “Hardly noticeable,” I thought to myself, not giving too much thought.

I was happy, confident that my suspenders would neither tear nor lose their elasticity to my choice of clothes.

Last week, unfortunately, I came across a pair of pants that neither my suspenders nor I ever encountered in person – a completely new material altogether. “Let’s try these out,” I said to myself. “I have never tried them, and who knows, maybe I would like them. I have a right to be happy too,” I assured myself.

I was a little weary because I wasn’t sure my suspenders would take to these pants as well as I did.

And today I am noticing great flaws in my suspenders; they seem not to be elastic anymore. Many bands are exposed, making my suspenders look tired and worn. Have I pushed my suspenders too far? They seem to be accepting the pants, only because of their shape and not because of their elasticity (which is greatly lacking).

Have I pushed my suspenders so far beyond their threshold that they will no longer support my style of clothes? 

My style of life?

“Maybe he was not meant to hear anything at all,” I whisper to myself every day now.

Have my instincts failed me?