My Grandfather was a keen trout fisherman. I often remember him sitting at the kitchen table painstakingly unravelling a seemingly impossible mess of pale translucent fishing line. "Never pull at an end' he would say to me. Always push, tease, and follow your line back until it almost undoes itself. If you pull, you'll make the nylon kink or knot and then your job will be so much harder."
There's no big metaphor here for life. Well, none that springs to my mind at this point. But I did learn from watching him that patience and thought usually solves problems and gets jobs done both quicker and better than the 'rip shit and bust' method.
Here's a nice little game that reminds me of that nest of fishing line of Poppa's.