She was finishing up some old vegetables, and found the carrots particularly unpleasant. She said she realised that the life had gone out of them, and then decided that the carrot would be her latest metaphor for life. Most people, places and situations have their day, and then the life goes out of them. That’s when you move on. Ah, so that’s where I’ve been going right all these years. Life’s just a carrot. Like it.
And then she said that somebody had told her that there are only three kinds of relationship – those that teach us some lesson we need to learn at that moment, those we attract because they suit a phase of development we’re going through, and those that get inside us and stay there.
So now I’m having an interesting time putting everybody into categories. It’s mostly an historic exercise.
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i suppose it is suitable to say that at my age, most of my freindships fit into category TWO.
So the trick is to be happy to let them go - whatever convention decrees - when the time's right.
BTW, that wasn't meant to be another cryptic aside to my recent cryptic outcries.
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