Chronic Procrastination

It's very obviously not a Christian story? Too bad. I'll find the themes anyway.

phase = from Ancient Greek phasis meaning "appearance (of the moon/stars)"

faze = from Old English fēsan meaning "to impel / put to flight"

unphased = Fake word! But if it weren't, it would mean "Simultaneous" or "Precipitous."

There was a time when the world was built upon different assumptions. Not better people. Not smarter people. Just different assumptions.

The assumption was that a broken chair would be repaired. That a worn tool would be sharpened. That a machine would be rebuilt rather than discarded. That a man who did not yet know how to do something could learn.

The assumption was that usefulness was not purchased, but made.

Open an old magazine and you can still see it between the pages. Instructions for building a boat in the backyard. Plans for a radio assembled on the kitchen table. Articles explaining how to pour concrete, wire a workshop, repair an engine, build a cabinet, raise a barn.

No one stopped to explain why an ordinary person was capable of these things. It was simply assumed.

The world expected participation.

Somewhere along the way, the assumptions changed.

Now we are surrounded by things we are not meant to open, repair, modify, or understand. We are told to replace rather than mend, to hire rather than learn, to consume rather than create. And because we hear it often enough, many begin to believe that building is the work of specialists, and repair the work of experts.

Yet the old assumptions still linger in certain places.

They live in machine shops where tools older than their owners still earn their keep. They live in workshops where scraps of steel become brackets, where worn bearings are replaced instead of ignored, where old radios glow to life after decades of silence. They live in garages, barns, basements, and sheds. They live in calloused hands and notebooks filled with measurements.

Most of all, they live in the quiet belief that nearly anything can be understood if one is willing to spend enough time with it.

That is the oldest assumption of all.

A broken machine is not a mystery. It is a lesson waiting to be learned.

A missing part is not the end of a project. It is a problem waiting for a solution.

A thing does not lose its value simply because it requires effort. Perhaps that is why old tools, old buildings, and old machines feel different. They come from a world that expected stewardship. They were built by people who assumed someone would care for them after they were gone.

To hold something once meant more than possession. It meant responsibility. It meant maintenance. It meant repair. It meant preserving what was worth preserving and passing it on with a little more life left in it than when it was received.

Those assumptions have become less common, but they have not disappeared. They survive wherever someone looks at a broken thing and says, "Let's see if I can fix it." They survive wherever someone looks at a problem and says, "I can learn." They survive wherever creation is valued more than convenience.

And in those places, the old world has not vanished completely. It is still there, quietly waiting, built upon old assumptions.