“Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.”
Well, you can know only if you look down. But also, this is just flat out wrong; life is not like a box of chocolates because every piece is an unctuous delectable that reminds you that God is ever so gracious in having created chocolate. Even the worst iteration of chocolate is fine.
No. There is no perfect analogy for life. There is no idiom or proverb that can quite capture the beautiful chaos that is unique to each individual. Yes, there are shared experiences and bridges that are connected with its similarities, but even those can be wildly different.
It’s weird because I’m entering into my late-30’s but I feel like I’m already near the end of it. I’ve always prided myself on being an old soul (which is a weird flex), but I’ve been even more pensive and retrospective of late. At this stage in my life, I feel like the bright hue of potential has faded and I am who I am (not like in the YHWH sense though, because, you know, blasphemy).
I want to be careful in how I articulate my struggles because there are so many people in this world that actually suffer and have a lot less than I do, but I also don’t want to minimize this current drought that feels more permanent than temporary. But here it is: life really sucks right now.
