Para's Ponderings

I’ve been thinking about the metaphor “out of the microwave and into the frying pan” – it really does fit almost every situation.

Every attempt to remove yourself from a bad situation throws you head-first into a worse one. Any chance for peace leads to more turmoil and bloodshed.

Do things ever get better? Is it even possible?

Life isn’t what you make it. No one gets to decide their own life, it’s always dictated by those around you – and often those people are ones you would burn if you got the chance, and they’d be just as willing to burn you.

I love the idea of using fire and as a metaphor, and in this instance, it couldn’t be any more apt. The literal flames didn’t burn me, but the metaphorical ones sure are roasting me. Three days in, and it feels like I’ve been marinating for years.

It turns out that no amount of time away will alter the flames that are waiting for you.

I spend so much time melting that I don’t have a clear idea of who I am. A mere puddle bubbling on the pan. I’m not dissolving, I’m just burning.