Lust of the Eyes

On a sunny Sunday morning I walked into a café with the feeling that today would be a day for a cookie.

Whilst ordering a hot americano, I looked to see if they had any at the counter. Stacked in a little brown basket were a couple of fairly freshly baked cookies, about the size of my hand when stretched, wrapped in plastic and decorated with a colorful sticker stating when they were baked. They looked delicious.

I opted for the chocolate chip cookie because oh my, do I love chocolate. After paying by card, I grabbed a cookie out of the little brown basket. Once my order was complete, I sat down at the end of a long wooden table and grabbed my MacBook out of my brown Longchamp pliage. My MacBook made its start up sound as I took a sip of my warm americano.

I tore up the clear crisp plastic wrapper around the cookie and carefully split the soft cookie in half, and then again, in one eighth.

I brought the small piece to my lips and placed it in my mouth. The taste of sugar spread across my tongue as I chewed slowly on the piece of cookie. That's when suddenly my perception shattered:

I had been deceived.

While my teeth were still grinding on the little piece of cookie, I realized that the little chocolate chips were in fact not chocolate chips: They were raisins.

I was flooded with disappointment. How is it possible that I had been deceived by this known perpetrator, the one that had already ruined the mornings of so many? How come my eyes had seen a raisin cookie for what my mind desired it to be: a chocolate chip cookie?

Was I actually seeing it for what it was, or was I merely perceiving it through the will of my mind?

I was surpised. Not only by the cookie, but also by my eyes.

From that day on I never had a raisin cookie instead of a chocolate chip cookie again.

Because from then on,

I would just ask.

I Love to Learn and to Learn and to Learn

You walked and walked along the way,

The path of a past you wanted to change.

The same steps hoping it brings you a different ending,

To treat a pain that is ever mending.

You paved and paved along the way,

Engraved deeper your meticilous mistakes.

Summer, autumn, winter, spring,

All your energy spent on the same ending.

Life fooled you once, you fooled yourself thrice,

You never knew you were still paying the price.

But every lesson will repeat itself until it’s learned,

And through time and experience wisdom is earned.

You were challenged to walk and walk along this way,

You were forced to make the same and same mistakes,

Because this is the cost to learn how to pave,

A future where you will lead with change.