A Box of Chocolates II
To quote Tom Hank's character in Forrest Gump,
"Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."
I had a box of chocolates.
I opened it. I ate some. It tasted alright. I was going to continue eating it when.. someone decided to give me another box.
I looked at the new box of chocolates.
It was pretty on the outside. It looked promising. I asked some people what they thought about the chocolates inside, and they gave mostly positive reviews. However, I was also aware that there were some bitter ones inside.
So I closed the old box of chocolates and opened the new one.
It's been a month since I've opened the new box of chocolates. At first, the chocolates tasted bitter. I missed the sweetness of the previous box. After eating something really sweet, something relatively less sweet tastes a lot less sweeter than it really is. I thought that I would be able to wash down the old taste with water and start to enjoy the new one.
But I was wrong.
The old taste lingers. Every time I eat from the new box, I am reminded of what I left behind.
I really am tempted to go open the old box again. But that's just not logical.
Had I known what the new box really tasted like, I would never have opened it.
But I didn't know.
And now I'm not sure I can open the old one again.
"Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."
I had a box of chocolates.
I opened it. I ate some. It tasted alright. I was going to continue eating it when.. someone decided to give me another box.
I looked at the new box of chocolates.
It was pretty on the outside. It looked promising. I asked some people what they thought about the chocolates inside, and they gave mostly positive reviews. However, I was also aware that there were some bitter ones inside.
So I closed the old box of chocolates and opened the new one.
It's been a month since I've opened the new box of chocolates. At first, the chocolates tasted bitter. I missed the sweetness of the previous box. After eating something really sweet, something relatively less sweet tastes a lot less sweeter than it really is. I thought that I would be able to wash down the old taste with water and start to enjoy the new one.
But I was wrong.
The old taste lingers. Every time I eat from the new box, I am reminded of what I left behind.
I really am tempted to go open the old box again. But that's just not logical.
Had I known what the new box really tasted like, I would never have opened it.
But I didn't know.
And now I'm not sure I can open the old one again.
This entry was posted
on Friday, July 28, 2006 at 8:59 pm.
You can skip to the end and leave a response.
» Post a Comment