ONML number carrot

Would Ya….?

Well, tonight..er..this morning(?)… a thought hit me. I saw my life heading in a directions (yes, the plural was on purpose) that made me ask myself, “Will you separate my curds and whey?”  My first though after this question floated through my head was something along the lines of “Huh?!?!!”  My second thought was to rush to the annals of what-the-crap land and search for the reasoning for this seemingly retarded question.  While in what-the-crap land I realized that in order to make cheese, the curds and whey have to be separated. So, I guess what I’m saying is that I realized that the directions I see my life heading seem to be a test to turn me into a fine aged cheese, (I like to think a good Romano).

Now, what’s the stuff we want to keep?  I think it’s the curds. It doesn’t really matter that much, all that matters is the end result.  Now, life wouldn’t get us anywhere if there wasn’t crap that happened. I mean, nobody’s life is perfect, and everyone has their morals and standards. Let me ask you this.  What would we be if it weren’t for all the challenges and tough decisions?  We’d be pansies if you ask me.  We wouldn’t have any sort of fiber to us, no flavor, no texture.  I would like to pose a hypothetical situation here.  Say you and some friends are playing risk. The game progresses for quite a while, say six hours or so, and then out of nowhere the game pieces suddenly turn into real people; veritable miniature war machines. Now, these minis are just like us. They are human, with souls, emotions and working nervous systems. They start a war against you. Yes, you.  Now, keep in mind that you are a pacifist, and the thought of squishing a gnat throws you into dry heaves. But, since you have the power to kill these little men, and they’re about to kill you and your friends, you are now faced with this little problem. To kill or be killed?  Now, however unlikely this might be, you probably would have no clue what your dogma on this situation might be if you had never, say, had to throw your kid across the yard to save them from savage insects (That happened to my brother, heads up), or had to deal with an evil alien unicorn Pegasus appearing from deep space and telekinetically taking control of all of earth's natural functions?

The point I’m trying to make is this: Sometimes the proverbial excrement must hit the rotary wind device in order for us as humans to develop and become the right people.  So I ask you, life, friends, family, and whoever/whatever falls in between: Will you help me become a good wheel of cheese?