Why does life become more difficult as you get older?
Why don’t things fall your way anymore – like they used to when you were younger?
Why do you lack the courage to do things – things you once would have done without hesitation thirty or forty years ago?
We’re like a ship, steaming through life’s waters. And as the years go by, barnacles begin to form on our hull, under the waterline.
Out of sight.
Barnacles and seaweed, which capture the flotsam and jetsam of our worldly experiences.
This debris of life clings to us.
It slows us down, makes us less manoeuvrable.
It makes us cautious, hesitant, scared.
It tries to stop us going places we once went without a moment’s thought.
The barnacles finally get so thick we can’t move forward.
They burden us with their heaviness. We carry that heaviness with us as we struggle through our later years.
Finally, we give up.
But we can scrape those barnacles off.
We have to scrape them off, if we want to become nimble again.
If we want to be unafraid again.
We can do this, by walking the Camino.