Pieces of Cake

Life is too short to hold onto little things that don't really matter like grudges, pride, and our opinions that others cannot change even though we see ourselves change every day but we're "different than everybody else" which makes it OK to hold everyone else to a nonhuman standard of perfection.

What if people pointed out your good qualities just as often as they pointed out your faults? How would that make you feel? What if people pointed out your good qualities more often than your faults? Would that make you feel slightly better about yourself? Sometimes we are so caught up with being right that we forget that this occasion is a rarity if it ever fully happens, because for every right answer there are at least two more that could have been just as right as yours, you just never thought of those before.

We are twisted and forced into black and white thinking. Black and White; Good and Evil; Right and Wrong. The shades of gray are really the stuff that life is made of and I thank God for that: without the shades, we would live in a two dimensional world of bland circles wishing to be spheres.

We aren't bad people. We argue that "we think highly of that person" or "I think that she is the best writer in the world". So often we let our fleeting unimportant thoughts become known to unwilling ears while letting these most important of thoughts slip off the tips of our brains into a bin called "well of course they already know" or "it's so obvious" or "everyone already tells them this". But, you see, no one ever told you that everyone has already assumed that "everyone already tells them this" so no one has ever told them that they bring light into their day and that they appreciate them.

We laugh and joke as we daily tear each other down without ever bothering to build each other back up again. The towers fall as we laugh amongst the debris, leaving them with their sad hammer and nails to reconstruct what once was high with self-confidence and is now barely above the sea with a state of near-self-loathing.

Giving someone a compliment is like giving them a piece of cake that you have made. Your thoughts become a tangible sweetness that leaves them a little less empty inside
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The people who do not deserve pieces of cake need them all the more. The people who think they deserve them need to examine if they are hording all of the cake to themselves.

Here’s to the human condition of imperfection. Here’s to trying so hard to get through the day even though everyone else thinks that your life is a breeze. Here’s to people not understanding you and blaming you for things you can’t help. Here’s for all the good things you do that no one will ever notice and that you didn’t do for the acknowledgment even if they did notice. Here’s to the mistakes that you have corrected and the hurts you have tried to mend and the hearts you have tried to heal. Here’s to you, because you are alive and you have life and a light within you, and a chance as long as you are alive to change and become every day closer to the person you want to be. Here’s to you. Here’s a piece of cake: you are amazing and never let anyone else tell you otherwise. You have a purpose even if you haven’t found it yet. This is your life, and this is your piece of cake.


If you find it difficult giving someone a piece of cake, it's probably because you're having to take more time to make it, and in the long run it will have meant more because it's not something that you could just bake in an easy-bake oven.