March 17, 2010
Life is a straw, or lack thereof. When's the last time you opened a can of soda and put a straw into it? Most people don't use straws for everything, nor do they slice their sandwiches down the diagonal. To them, straws are temporary, disposable tools, wrapped in the red and white double helix of youth. Yet as colas and other substances permeate our beings, we feel content to remove the straw. We begin to lose sight of the journey. We forget to take into consideration the effort we expended on holding the child's hand within ourselves, losing our identity.