Facebook has taken over my life. Big surprise. So, it should not be alarming that it has become a part of my daily routine: Come home, pour my books onto my bed, take off my socks, sit myself down at my laptop, arrive at that familiar blue and white page... and all of the sudden, the world is at my disposal.
Nothing was different tonight, and after logging into my account, I saw a status update that read this:
I use to loathe the end pieces of bread loaves; but as of late, I've been growing quite fond of the them.
Now, I would usually peruse through the rest of them quickly and then promptly head off to bed, but this one got me thinkin'.What if life... is like a loaf of bread (oh, there she goes talking about food again). Seriously, though. A loaf of homemade bread that has been cut by hand, each slice like a different chapter in your life: A beginning, middle and end; your past, present and future.
When we live in the present, it's hard to think back to our beginnings or to our ends...simply because what's done is past and what's yet to come is unknown. It's pretty difficult to relate to ideas so far from us when we're in the middle of everything. We live our way through the stages and find ourselves moving closer towards the end. There we are at the slice of our life: we momentarily stop, and wonder where the heck the rest of our bread has gone to.
And then we come to the realization that we miss the first end of the loaf. We fully appreciate its purpose due to its absence because sometimes the only way to learn the true value of something, is to lose it.
The upshot is that there's still one more bread butt left.
Enjoy it.
