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. This thing with knife is that you can't be too careful because you'll end up buying your dinner online but you can't be too careless too because your manicured hand will end up patched everywhere.
Ah, life. So much drama but every minutes is a great memory, thanks to Coffee for keeping the drama alive each and every time.
Okay, am signing off. Gotta get a cup of black coffee.
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