Thursday Thought: Methaporic Life
Yesterday morning, I cut my finger while preparing my avocado toast for breakfast. It was chaos, I was bleeding badly and yes, I was late to office, as a result. This incident is not the first time and I'm sure it won't be the last. I somehow realized that I have this love-hate relationship with knife, any knife. No, am not gonna admit about me being careless or clumsy but because I know I am, sometimes... and I am OK, I still love myself for that. What to hate, it's cute tho. Point is, the determination. I was hurt but still I'm unable to part with it - the knife. I cut myself several times but still I need it to make my life easier. I accidentally injured myself but still i consider it important because I need to cook. I never give up. It does break my heart but I am okay, I survive. I moved on, plastered the wound and get on with my life. Sounds too methaporic but I never thought of it as a life lesson. It's a good lesson, huh? So much drama yet so inspiring. Th...