Broken Eggs

This morning, I stepped out. First to fetch water from the community tap, and then to buy eggs. There was no water because none had been pumped, but the shops were already open and so I got two eggs with the last money in my pocket.

On the way back, I began to think about my favorite icon, Michael Jackson and about how my greatest regret in life is not meeting him in person or attending just one of his magical concerts. And before I knew it, the small transparent plastic bag containing my breakfast fell and the eggs in them shattered.

A normal person would expect me to freak out about losing my breakfast, but I laughed at it instead before picking the bag up and just staring at it, and then I discarded it. In that moment, I vowed to myself never to remain at this level. It’s what Michael would’ve done.

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