A story that’s a parable for…something:

For months, I’d had trouble typing my laptop password. I’d have to retry 1 or 2 times, then 2 or 3. I wondering if my fingers or my brain were degrading with age or overwork or something. Then I realized that one of the keys on the keyboard — one in the password! — had started not registering unless it was pushed firmly, and was getting progressively worse. That whole time, the password entry had only worked when I got annoyed enough to hit the ailing key a little harder. Fixed the key, and suddenly I was typing my password on the first try again.

What’s the moral of this story? I don’t know. Choose your own.