I had one of those kinda of weird thought moments last weekend (snowboarding) when riding the lift. I must have spaced out or whatever, started staring at the snow covered trees, thinking life isn't like a box of chocolates as the great Forrest Gump ('s mother actually) once said.
Life doesn't give you the shits if you have too much of it, you know exactly what's inside the box, life isn't as bitter as dark chocolate makes out to be, you can sugar coat those fancy chocolates all you want- we all know it's full of shit on the inside.
Instead, in my slightly arty farty, stonerish thought, I had a pure moment thinking life really is like a tree.
No, I'm not crazy and the coconut, an eco-warrior, high, drunk or any other imaginable trait. It was like that kind of weird moment in American Beauty with the bag floating around in the air thing, but less 'beautiful'/homo.
I mean just think about it: we start off at the ground, we take experiences and grow, we try new things and 'branch out' (no lame pun intended). We occasionally have setbacks (no not like someone making paper out of us, more leaves falling off) but we keep reaching for higher ground, we never stop pushing forwards (or up and outwards), we are healthiest when not intoxicated (pollution/McDonalds....all the same right?!), we live a long time but sometimes stay in the same place (more applicable to 90% of people), we provide life for others.............
I guess analogies to life are often stupid to make, and no doubt this could be one. It was just a thought anyway. All I do know is life definitely isn't like a box of Thornton's chocolates (apart from costing a fortune): they are all full of nuts and I'm not that way inclined.......
