This week Michael wants us to consider the idea of going into the unknown.
What are you looking at?
A hole in the ground or a black hole in space?
Is that snow and ice surrounding it?
Clouds perhaps, or zillions of stars so tightly packed, each fighting for a place to breathe and independently shine.
The Unknown is unfamiliarity.
Something not necessarily new, but new to us, somewhere never before visited, someone never before met, something never before done.
Of course, it’s not always pleasant, like a tooth extraction for the first time whilst being conscious and trusting that man behind the mask with his magic needle.
So could we say that the Unknown is a First?
But if we’d done it before, we would have some idea of what to expect, yet in relationships, we are all individuals, no-one works to a manual, and the only common denominator is that it involves more than one.
That first interview when leaving school for a job……… totally virgin territory for a teenager. How to conduct yourself, do you speak when spoken to or offer up information about yourself to your interviewer so that he can get a broader picture of the person in front of him as to whether or not they will fit in with his staff and be capable of the job on offer.
That first appointment with the bank manager to ask for a loan, be it to buy a car or a house. Can you afford the repayments, how long will you commit yourself to the debt, and what are the penalties should you be lucky enough to repay it early.
The unknown of marriage, or cohabiting, when someone else will be occupying the bathroom when you want to use it, or dirty dishes left in the sink and dirty clothes left on the floor. No-one to clear up after you, yet they expect you to clear up after them.
Our first driving lesson, how to balance the clutch and accelerator rather than kangaroo hop down the road. This then eventually leads to the driving test which has changed a lot since I took mine in 1978.
There is one thing that is absolutely terrifying about the unknown.
Imagine suddenly being ejected from the comfort and warmth of everything you’re familiar with, to be thrust out into bright lights and unfamiliar sounds.
Is it no wonder a new born baby cries?