I look at the eggs sitting side by side in their protective carton. They clearly belong together but once I gently lift and shatter them, things unalterably change. People do the same thing - vow til death us do part then discover that they have limits. We are not always what we seem or what we would have others believe and like eggs, we have to re-form and change and move on.
Sometimes when I fry eggs, I crack the shells a little hard, the yolks break and dinner winds up over easy rather rather than sunny side up as I initially planned. Sometimes I wonder if people aren't just like eggs, you might want them together but they get separated by fate or too thin a shell or being too close together in the pan. Sometimes you just have to settle for scrambled and make the best of it. Once in the frying pan, the eggs protest and sizzle, slip and slide trying to find their place. Sometimes they come together and become one, sometimes they fry up on their own, but eventually they end up on toast and get consumed. Poor eggs, I think, but at least they put up a fight.
Sad to say, not all eggs are created equal. Each has needs, desires, ambitions, expectations and most of all,
preconceived notions of what life will be with another egg. Being egg pleasers, these other eggs do their best to conform to what they think will win them the first eggs. Eggs on both sides can be fanciful creatures, full of sweet words and romance and love conquers all. Small egg defects can be managed or tolerated, they tell themselves - in the great scheme of things, if you're an egg, to be loved and cherished by another egg is a fine thing, a forever thing. But eggs, like people, are fragile things and sometimes life out of the carton turns a little cold and a little lonely. A malcontent egg, even a pampered, coddled and well cared for one with all the materialistic things an egg could hope for, still needs more - a partner, a lover, a friend. Sometimes an egg has to leave to be happy. There's no fulfillment in being a side order.
preconceived notions of what life will be with another egg. Being egg pleasers, these other eggs do their best to conform to what they think will win them the first eggs. Eggs on both sides can be fanciful creatures, full of sweet words and romance and love conquers all. Small egg defects can be managed or tolerated, they tell themselves - in the great scheme of things, if you're an egg, to be loved and cherished by another egg is a fine thing, a forever thing. But eggs, like people, are fragile things and sometimes life out of the carton turns a little cold and a little lonely. A malcontent egg, even a pampered, coddled and well cared for one with all the materialistic things an egg could hope for, still needs more - a partner, a lover, a friend. Sometimes an egg has to leave to be happy. There's no fulfillment in being a side order.
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