The other night, I burned my tongue when drinking soup. I love soup and I love it hot. I agonize over the pain that lasts a few days and tell myself to drink it slower, to not burn my tongue again. But time after time, I keep doing the same thing. It's like I have the memory of a goldfish. I forget everytime a new bowl of soup is placed in front of me. All I see is the soup, this really good amazing soup that I will devour, and then it will be all gone and I will be left with a burnt tongue.
It is kind of like relationships and how amazing they are when they are first placed in front of you. You indulge in it and love every moment of it, but a lot of times, when it ends, you are left with the pain....sometimes the pain is more prominent then other times..
However, along with the pain, there are the memories, the good memories, kind of like when you are done drinking soup, and you remember just how amazing the soup was.
Sometimes, it doesn't matter if things don't last forever. As long as you know you once had it, and experienced it, you know you've lived in the moment. No regrets. Memories last a lifetime.
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And you can always try another soup...one that makes it worth the possibility of a burnt tounge. Its usually those really good soups, that are so very delicious that you practically force yourself to drink ever so slowly and cherish every spoonful, and no tounge gets burned in the process...
ReplyDeleteman, I'm so craving some tomato soup right now!
Toronto Girl Chronicles: I agree!! I guess I just haven't found the best soup yet :)
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