Occam's Razor states that "If you have two equally likely solutions to a problem, choose the simplest. "
A teaspoon of salt, 5 cloves of garlic, a pinch of cayenne pepper and four cubes of seasoning. Fifteen minutes later, this soup just doesn't taste right. Do I call Mum again? She said this is exactly what I need for this soup. Maybe I should add more pepper. I'm sure the garlic that shady grocer sold me was already rotten. I have a good mind to go over there right now, I'm so angry. Let me just call Mum first. "Mum, the soup doesn't taste like yours and I did everything exactly as you said". "Really? That's strange love. I wonder what could be wrong. After stirring I usually just leave it on for a few minutes and it turns out OK." "Oops Mum, let me call you right back, I forgot to stir the soup after adding the ingredients, silly me". Four hours later..."Sweetheart, that meal was fantastic, what's the secret?" "Just a little stirring love, just a little stirring" ...
"This morning we put Dr (Mrs.) Taylor in our prayers, that God should heal her and bring her to him." "Amen" chorused the rest of the nurses at the hospice. As Carol went down to Mrs. Taylor's room later in the day, she was a bit apprehensive because she did not know what to expect. How can someone so vibrant and full of life now become so dull, lifeless and temperamental? Why would someone so wise be so foolish? After spending her life's savings and still not seeing any reduction in the size of the tumour, surely it was time to try another option? Giving up and just waiting for death cannot be the only way out. If only she would listen... if only she could forget her medical science for the first time and accept a higher 'science'....One year later it is with great joy that Carol reads a letter from Mrs. Taylor, thanking her for leading her to Christ, and how she expected she would only leave the hospice in a body bag, but is miraculously now hale and hearty. Emphasising how much she regrets not knowing Christ sooner and believing in him for her healing, and how she could have used her savings for the propagation of the gospel instead. After all's said and done, you had to be foolish to become wise...the sheer simplicity of the gospel of Christ.
Its Friday and I still haven't heard a word from Maxine. Its so annoying and I'm a tad scared. How did we go from talking everyday and chatting almost every hour to chatting for five minutes once in four days? Maybe Felix was right and its the stress of moving and the new job that's causing this change in her behaviour. But when I got a new job how come my own attitude did not change. Neither did it change when I became successful or had opportunities to dine with the 'high and mighty'? I think I should go ask her parents, at least they would have been the first to hear if something terrible happened to her between Tuesday and now. What if she's ill or there was an accident? I grab my phone as I get into the car, only to see a strange e-mail in my inbox. Its pictures of Maxine, my own Maxine, with different guys, and a mail explaining how she'd been seen leaving guys' apartments at odd hours, and how even at this moment I was preparing to go see her parents, she was out shopping with one of the guys, without a care in the world. I finally have confirmation of what I knew all along but did not want to say aloud. She has no regard for me any more and hasn't had time for me because her time now belongs to some other guys. It was obvious all along, I just preferred to believe something else.....
Honestly, I totally suck at writing. In any case, its not for everybody after all . Maybe some of us are just meant to enjoy what others have written. Some people sure can write though. They take the words and give them life, make you fall in love with the words, fall in love with the author. I should just give up while I'm still ahead because these guys are just maestros. Hmmm..editing is not bad either, if I improve my grammar and vocabulary I could just stick to proofreading others' work. And then again,I could just keep writing passionately and consistently as best I can. Rome after all wasn't built in a day, and maybe the crappy writing will someday get better.
