Friendships, they are like candy bars. Made of similar ingredients: chocolate, peanut butter, cocoa, oil and mix of those other names that you can't really pronounce. Some have nuts, some have spice. Others come with coconut and chewy nougat...they're all delightful in their own way, but there's always a favorite. A good and trusted stand-by that satisfies hunger when those chewy mixtures fail to fill the urge. This is the spin that bubbled over the surface. One of those "I'm thinking of looking to enjoy a new kind of candy bar in order to broaden my horizons".
I welcomed the opportunity and even drew on the strengths that were in the mixture. I put aside the begrudging after-taste and aspired to recognize what elements were really worth filling in the rating sheet on. In all honesty, there were many categories to that rating sheet that I added when I got to what should have been the end. I filled in more because it was worth it to me at the time. To have more categorizations of what my little candy bar could be - there was so much more potential that existed outside the 1. Satisfies hunger A: yes / B: no...2. Decadent mixture A: yes / B: no...and so forth. There was substance to the friendship and I had reached a point where the basic rating of beneficial - or - detrimental wasn't substantial enough to throw out the wrapper. You know; might wanna buy it again. Until now. When the pot boiled over.
Having invested more than the potential called for, I felt that I'd given friendship more than its due course to prove sustenance. I feel that I even mellowed out the taste with a bit of sherbet in between bites just to cleanse my pallet so I wouldn't be judging unfairly. Then, there...at the crucial point of proving its worth, it crumbled. It blamed and pointed, accused and acted out. Dammit. Why?! I stated my peace. I've said my fair share where it concerns what the power of cocoa beans hold - and the ways that they can be so distinctly different, but still yummy. I gave chance, and chance, and chance...for the cocoa bean to come to fruition in its own time. I even waited. Damn cocoa bean. It's like waiting for a productive harvest from the orange groves of Florida this year; ain't happening.
Shame really, I was looking forward to having a new favorite. Guess that's why there's always a stand-by candy bar. Because some things never change - and others, the ones that do change...they're like a nuance to self-improvement. RE-focus attention where attention be: to the improvement (and change) only accountable to the self.
I didn't judge you little candy bar.
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