My friend was recounting some stories today. Mainly his most recent one that involved climbing in a ditch to check to see if he put out his cigarette and as a result, finding his shorts, legs and shoes full of burrs. This image provoked the most outrageous laughter in me. It was fantastic. I know it must have been painful for him but still slightly amusing.
He had told me that when he was a kid, he went to the same ditch and fell flat on his stomach in there by taking a certain route to get to the bottom. So naturally now, he had learned his lesson and went a different route but I suppose burrs were unavoidable in any circumstance...they were just everywhere.
As he was telling me this story, my mind couldn't help but think, oh life. Life happens. When we are younger we make mistakes and as we grow up, we take different routes to avoid making the same mistakes and guess what happens, something else happens, the burrs of life. We don't make the same mistakes, new ones are bound to be made. No matter what or where, they will always be there and something else will always happen.
For now,
C
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