Churn, churn, and churn.

We're rats born into a world of cream, a bucket. The moment we stop churning, we fall out of the bucket and get replaced by a younger, more efficient mouse. We try hard and churn hard not to let that happen, not to face termination. At least that's what I used to think I was, a rat.

I've come to learn that the truth is, however, is that we're the bucket, we're the cream, and each of us possesses their own quality, nature. The rats are but life altering events churning into us, making us wiser, deeper, steeper, and more solid; making us fall into rot or rise to an occasion of appreciation and self respect.

One can accept becoming a block of edible cheese that would eventually be absorbed by life or stored on a shelf to rot away in vain, or struggle into remaining pure cream and fight the rats away from their essence.

Would you change in order to please a couple rats?

I believe we've all done that.

Posted by Яαgιи Яαvєи on Sunday, September 24, 2006 at 9/24/2006 12:53:00 AM | Permalink