It's like a bittersweet taste: sometimes I'm on the bitter side, other times on the sweet side of it. It never gets extremely sweet; it does, though, get extremely bitter at times.
It all depends on how deep my thoughts are, on how sweetly others treat me. What treats do I get, what kids get me on my nerves. What nerves get me on my kids.
It's like the imagination of kids. They are always floating around like balloons flying all over a place, searching for new hiding sites, new words to learn, new strategies to acquire.
Life's like that: bittersweet. Mostly bitter of bitter thoughts that affect the taste of my sweet food.
It never gets sweet. It only seems sweet.
It will never be sweet unless I die.
I am going to have to use this one and paraphrase it to define life.
ReplyDeleteOk. If you happen to use any part of my writing: quote me, please. I'll appreciate it. Thank you very much for your comment and for paraphrasing it. Enjoy the weekend!
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