Life is like a box of chocolates…
you never know what you are going to get.
You don’t know what you are going to get? You don’t? I mean, really. You really don’t know? Life is like a box of chocolates, and you do not know what you are going to get? What part of a box of chocolates that you don’t understand?
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If life is like a box of chocolates, and if you know you’re opening a box of chocolates, what other than chocolates do you think you’re going to get? I mean, here it is… a box of chocolates in your hand. And you’re looking at a box of chocolates. Yes, chocolates. Do you seriously think you are going to get some pearl earrings in the chocolate box or something? I mean, honestly! Or do you think it could turn out to be a box of worms instead?
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So okay, you might not know what each chocolate is filled with. Fine. Fair excuse. But for crying out loud, do you really need to know everything? Does it kill you if you don’t know whether you’re going to bite a chocolate filled with almond or hazelnut? Goodness gracious! Help me here, will you? For stating the obvious, if life is like a box of chocolates, and you like sweet creamy chocolates. Would you ever go get a box of bitter chocolates just to surprise yourself or something?
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Likewise, if you know your passion in life is nothing but the seashores, would you go build your house on top of a mountain?
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In my praying hours, all I chant for is kindness. May I love, whatever love is, the love that has no pride. May I count my blessings, and not minutes of attention I shall be paid. May my last word be that voiceless goodbye but with love written in the end. Just before the comma. Like a letter.
Questa è Enida 