Sometimes we are like cabbage.
We stink. Seriously. We really do sometimes. In more ways than one. Think about it.
Also, like cabbage, we have so much potential when we're planted. And despite so many obstacles we grow. But we have all the scars to prove it: damn cabbage butterflies and their maggoty-worm babies. And thus we can be really bitter too.
Or not.
And like cabbage, there's something just so beautiful at the core of almost every one of us if only we can shed this skin and open ourselves up to the sun and stop being so damn afraid of everything about this messed-up, devastating, dazzle-bonkers wonder-of-a-world of ours.
But then what? How does the series end? We end up coleslaw.
Bummer.
Still, if you think about it--coleslaw, like life, is darn tasty stuff when you can get it and while it lasts.
"Life isn't about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself." ~George Bernard Shaw
4 comments:
And if we're really lucky, we end up as cabbage rolls.
Excellent analogy. And now I'm hungry.
I loved this. Coincidentally, I also love cabbage.
Ooh! Ooh! Let me try! And sometimes, like cabbages we can make people gassy.
No, wait! I messed it up...
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