Square one can be bliss for many of us. We recall all the memories that come out of it, the smiles, the laughter, and everything in between. I imagine square one to be our own little bubble, where we sit and twiddle our fingers, frightened to step out-- because if you do, you get sucked into the next world, a world where we think we do not belong.
Yet, many of us do not even care about going back. We want to get the hell out of square one. Who knows, maybe square two is better. It probably has everything that square one does not.
As a young girl, I learned to love cooking, from simple quesadillas to exquisite Mac and Cheese straight out of the Kraft box. See, I am usually given instructions, and even though I have learned to question materials once in a while, I have also learned to not give a damn about things people believe is right. I like my tortilla burned while others seem to like their tortilla almost raw. That is the way of life. When you are given only one corn tortilla and told, Okay, here, …show more content…
As children, we were in square one when we were learning to walk. We would fall, sometimes face first, and cry, however, we did not stay in square one. We were forced to move into square two-- walking.
Then square three-- learn how to ride a bike.
Then square four-- get a driver's license, and the list can go on.
However, everyone is primarily focused on their square one, not wanting it to leave their hands bare, that no one seems to notice the positive that can come out of stepping out of that devious shape. Why would you want to stay in square one? To experience the same thing constantly? Or would you rather live in square x, where you have a completely different take on life? Sure, you can go back to square one, but the sane will not. Even if the squares have it out for you, wanting you to fail over and over, but there is nothing wrong with moving forward, and better yet-- getting the hell out of that
Yet, many of us do not even care about going back. We want to get the hell out of square one. Who knows, maybe square two is better. It probably has everything that square one does not.
As a young girl, I learned to love cooking, from simple quesadillas to exquisite Mac and Cheese straight out of the Kraft box. See, I am usually given instructions, and even though I have learned to question materials once in a while, I have also learned to not give a damn about things people believe is right. I like my tortilla burned while others seem to like their tortilla almost raw. That is the way of life. When you are given only one corn tortilla and told, Okay, here, …show more content…
As children, we were in square one when we were learning to walk. We would fall, sometimes face first, and cry, however, we did not stay in square one. We were forced to move into square two-- walking.
Then square three-- learn how to ride a bike.
Then square four-- get a driver's license, and the list can go on.
However, everyone is primarily focused on their square one, not wanting it to leave their hands bare, that no one seems to notice the positive that can come out of stepping out of that devious shape. Why would you want to stay in square one? To experience the same thing constantly? Or would you rather live in square x, where you have a completely different take on life? Sure, you can go back to square one, but the sane will not. Even if the squares have it out for you, wanting you to fail over and over, but there is nothing wrong with moving forward, and better yet-- getting the hell out of that