You never know what you're gonna get.
I took today's writing prompt from 365 Days of Writing Prompts, which reads, "Take a quote from your favorite movie — there’s the title of your post. Now, write!"
Forrest Gump is not necessarily my favorite movie, but it is my default answer for favorite movie. I mean, it's still really, really good, am I right? And that line is certainly not my favorite line from that movie, but it is probably the most famous one. And the easiest one to work with.
So anyway. I'm going to actually write now. I just wanted to let you know what I was doing.
I got a box of chocolates for Valentine's Day. A real, heart-shaped box. And a bouquet of roses. Am I a lucky lady or what? Even more luckily, the chocolates inside the box of chocolates were all ones that I liked. I didn't throw any of them away due to peanuts or coconut shavings or whatever other nastiness is to be found in chocolates from boxes of chocolates. I ate, and enjoyed, all of them.
This is not what life is like.
I don't know where the bad stuff in life comes from. I don't know whose idea it was to put peanut bits on/in perfectly good pieces of chocolate. Maybe God allows it to happen without actually liking that it happens, like in the book of Job. But I don't know. The fact is, it's there, and we're kind of stuck with dealing with it.
There's that moment-- you've surveyed the box full of chocolates trying to find the most delicious-looking piece. You think you've found the one, but you can never know for sure, so you bite in and see. That first bite is a moment of horror. Will you like what you find, or will you have to spit it out?
I feel like I'm at that moment in life right now. I'm on the verge of graduating from college and I have literally no idea where I'll be or what I'll be doing even six months from now. No idea. I'm biting in, and I don't know what I'll find. And it's horrifying.
But hopefully I'll find something creamy or marshmallowy and undeniably, satisfyingly sweet.
God bless.
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