a hose and a cup of sour lemonade

When life gives you lemons - make lemonade, they say.

But life didn't gave me sugar! So it will be somewhat sour lemonade.

Nobody would want to drink it.

I, don't even want to drink it.

I don't like sour things.

Humans. Their advice is cheap - as cheap as a cup of sour lemonade. It's easy to tell somebody what to do, telling them how to live their life. When on the other side, you have no idea how to run yours.

Lately, I have like megaloads of things to be done - and I have only one rule to clear the list: everything is possible as long as you DO it. Not just I have so many things to be done, I also have so many things to be solved - to think about. And I told myself I have two choices and two choices only: to get it done - do it, or don't even think about it - not even a bit. I mean, why waste your time just thinking about stuff that is need to be done? Just thinking? If you don't want to work on it, don't want to touch it, don't bother dizzying yourself.

But then again; humans.

Easy for me to tell you those shites above.

Couple days ago, I have this.. really annoying thing in my mind. It's like a clot in the hose. Big fat puckish clot. You know, sometimes you really like the clotted hose you don't want to trade them for a new one, because your old-lovely hose is shiny, it's in your favorite color, you have done so many gardens with your hose, went through a lot of springs with it. On the other hand, the new hose.. well it's probably worse - a lot more clotted, colored in blue (not my favorite color, puf), etc.. but there's always a chance to find a lot better hose - my favorite color, strong jets of water, no clot, and maybe.. just maybe.. a longer lifetime. What did I do then? I cut the clotted part of the hose, and since the hose is no longer working at its best, I put it in the storage room. And... I think will leave myself hoseless (haha) for awhile. Maybe until the next spring come, to water my garden again. Now I just need to work on my new garden for the new spring, look for the seeds - the best ones, plant it, nourish it, until it's time for me to look for a new hose again, to welcome the season again.

Bold move? Nah, not really.

Why did I do that? It's like.. my best hoseso far! Again, the comfort zone.

At least now I have eliminated one thing that is need to be think of. Weird thing is, I feel a lot better after I let go that nicely colored hose. There's no guarantee I will found such a good hose again, I know. But... when you love something so much, it's not about whether you can live without it or not. The right question is, do you want to live without it?

I can live without my favorite hose (yea rite, it's just a hose anyway), I just don't want to. But since my hose has chosen to clotted itself (gaaah), so...... yeaaaaaahh.

WHAT'S WITH ALL OF THESE HOSE THINGS ANYWAY!

Ahwell, screw all the hose.

adios ;)

ps: please don't make sour lemonade.