Burnt Toast

It’s hot.

How hot?

It’s so hot.

How hot?

”Baking like a Toaster Cheeser!”🧀🧀

Hot.☺️

Yes. Long. Hot .Summer Days. The ultimate foot long. Mustard. An ice cold soda pop. Those were the good ole days. Dusty fields. Sticks for bats. Over the fence balls.

☺️

Metaphorically speaking, of course. Good memories. Tossed aside like yesterdays meme or the day before’s giff.

Rhetorically speaking: “ How do you catch a squirrel?”…….

Climb a tree and act like a nut.🫵🏻

The days of “Let’s be blood brothers.” Swapping blood on the playgrounds of our lives. Poking our pinky with a pin, with our bestie, doing the same, joining pinkies and becoming blood homies for life.

Never to turn one’s back on another through thick or through thin.

The act of blooding only hurt for a split second. The benefits, unbeknownst in the moment, would last a lifetime.

Participatory. Spontaneous. A moment in time of utter bliss and connection. Succinct in its meaning, if only for a fleeting moment.

Creating likeness. Closeness. Togetherness. Against all odds. Someone in your corner all day, every day. And then some.

To the big thinker, may seem quite trite, a waste of time, a waste of blood. Yet. To others, who ascribe to a process bigger than themselves.

Beauty.

Without paying proper attention, the squeaky wheel may get the oil, and the flat tire goes un filled. Sucking the life outta the air in hope of rolling on.Sputtering along.

The burnt toast keeps on burning.

It’s a toss up.

It is also a mindset. God willing, out of great struggle can many goods things come. Minor time-consuming inconveniences, such as burning and remaking toast before traveling to work, could avoid greater harm OR lead to other positive outcomes. (wk)

The proof?

He proof.

She proof.

You proof.

Lost in time.

Lost time. The burnt toast theory provides an explanation.An explanation for minor inconveniences, saying that time lost because of them leads to better overall events.

Maybe.

In some cases.

For example. The burnt toast theory subscribes to the idea that making and remaking toast in the morning could delay a person’s drive to work enough to avoid their involvement in a traffic collision. (wk)

Maybe.

Another example is that waiting additional time at a coffee shop could cause a person to meet someone who would later make a significant impact on their life, such as a new friend or career connection.

Maybe.

Opportunities and difficulties go hand in hand. For most all of mankind. What we do with them is a stake in the betterment of mankind. Sometimes. Being in the trenches with others is the only way to know. The only way to notice. What is simmering beneath the surface.

To think, “I am not like him, or not like her.” Could be the mistake of a lifetime.

The ability to change one’s mind is truly an ability. To some, the rigidity of the patterns of the mind prove this to be a more difficult task than imaginable.

Dumbing it down? Will only dumb it down. Embracing a challenge can be mind numbing to say the least. Sitting amongst others who have “been there.”

Priceless.

Because in the moment of arrogance, there is a little voice that grows from a whisper to a scream. Inside the mind, of course. The chance to become blood brothers with those you thought you may have been better than.

Priceless.

Everyone comes from somewhere. Anyone comes from nowhere.

Where do you come from?

A place of hand out or a place of hand in pocket? In the pocket of another? A desperate plea for help? Remembering that only He is infallible.

Not we. We can be. But we become busy, tired and all those buzz words of denial. We could do more. Are not sure how to. Want to be seen doing it. So we can post it here or there.

What is the goal? What is your goal?

Always. Ability and motivation are fluid. Unfrozen? Sometimes melted. Yes. At times the overwhelmed takes over and tables are flipped on the tops.

The answer may dwell in the black or white. The answer really dwells within us and our souls as to what we do with each new day.

What would you rather have?

An abundance of bread or an abundance of burnt toast.

Real butter is really only the answer.

To the outcome. Functional fixed ness proves this theory. High bidders are here, there and everywhere. To think out of the box is both a blessing and a curse.

Everyone has a price.

Sitting among broken people and hearing and listening is

Priceless.

The opportunity tells us very quickly to get over ourselves and on with the task at hand—extending a hand of grace for our oopsies and our errors with no judgment of conscience. Of another.

Leave that to the Judges. Well. At least the ones without the under the table mentality of thinking…..

Offense or defense. Logic or self protecting. Take your pick—lightly toasted or burnt. There are probable benefits to both provided the butter is churned along with the sentiment of mentality and a good conscience.

To rub shoulders with him who has seen a few things or to rub shoulders with her who has done a few things.

That is the question. Who’s to say who learned more? Depends on how ya’ got there?

Deliberative and implemental are not two sides of the same coin. Right now anyway. Deliberative and motivation are and can be skewed quite easily. Just ask the message sender.

All our actions have consequences of one sort or another—IE lightly toasted or burnt. Where we stand on the pendulum is another choice.

For now.

For now. The dusty sandy fields of our youth seem better, less complicated although they did have complications. Somehow, the face to face and blood to blood then seemed way more able and capable to accept the differences without causing involuntary bloodshed.

Learning the hard way is sometimes the only way to learn best.

How did someone learn this?

Sitting amongst persons in a class of no choice, with people who were similar, but maybe not the same. What was learned? The bonafide, real meaning of the word struggle.

Although we did not swap blood, or spit. Considering the others as my new classmates of lifelong learning. The blood brother and sisters of all blood brothers.

Not just a roomful of minor inconveniences.

Shared stories. About what real struggle can do to a person. Over a lifetime. Shared stories of triumph too.

Sometimes. With no words spoken in the room.

About. How they knew how others may have felt too.

Without saying a word.

What was, may have been learned.

While paying intense and very close attention…….

As class commenced, a message came back around with a signature.

It was signed,

“Burnt Toast.”