Life is like bread

Sometimes we can experience being lucky that something good comes out of a bad experience. I forgot the other day my bread in the oven.

They became completely charred and rocked hard. 😊

I philosophized for quite some time whether I could use that experience for anything? I took the rock-hard bread down to the stone setting by the lake. Because there I would have basically found their right place when everyone in a pile was “rock hard.”

I watched them as I sailed out on the lake. 😊

After a while, something special happened. Suddenly between the years in the mirror in the water, the words came to me. They were gathered for this poem:

Life is like baking a loaf of bread

You can choose to give all your

attention and love

When you enjoy

have a good smile, dance from the inside out

you can create your bread in the same way as you are

It has now been created in your image

It is so lovely, crispy, tasty, beautiful, and good

and it has almost become a work of art

Or you may forget the most important thing

you can discover it too late

that it became rock hard, charred, burnt, and useless