Life

Forrest Gump said life is like a box of chocolates. I say it's like a roll of toilet paper. Think about it. Sometimes you've got a full roll and it seems like you can pull off as much paper as you want. Other times, you get near the end of the roll and you have to be careful about how much you use. Occasionally, you have a seat before realizing the roll is empty, and you have to call for someone to bring you another. When the roll gets thin, sometimes you've got a dozen new rolls in the cupboard, other times you've got none left. The paper can be soft and thick, or it can be raspy and so flimsy you have to use big handfuls of it. And sometimes, when things get rough and you totally run out, you have to improvise and use Kleenex or paper towels. I can't think of a better metaphor for life and all its ups and downs, its tide-like surges, its waxing and waning. Sometimes there is no want, sometimes we need help to get by, sometimes things are rough. And when things are at their darkest, when we feel like we've used up the last metaphorical sheet, life reminds us that there's always a fresh new roll under the sink.