Something Deep

Oh, well hullo there. Have you ever written something, not knowing where it's going, and hoping it turns out half-decent? Story of my life. Not necissarily with writing, but like, with life. As you can see by this so wonderfully named buh-log entry, I'm going to write something deep. "But how?" You may be wondering. "I heard that only philosophers and teh Jesusz can be deep!" Untrue.

I, like many people, am not a philosopher or Jesus. I am, however, one grade above "sophisticated moron" (in case you were wondering, I'm a Junior. One grade above "sophomore." Yay for crackpot etymology lesson!). And so, in the good company of ironic puns, I will now write about something deep. Holes.

Now, whether or not you want to belive so, I think that people are a lot like holes. Holes have a tendency to hold water. Now, since in this hypothetical you are the hole, you can't exactly be the person digging the hole, too. Life, oddly enough, is the person. For the sake of metaphor, this life-person will be comparative to a Jew, enslaved in Ancient Egypt. Now, those Ancient Egyptians were kind of big jerks. Lifeman would be working steadily, digging his hole, and they'd come along and flail him, to get him to work harder.

So lets recap: you're a hole, life's a Jew, and Egyptians suck. The worse things get for your life, the deeper your hole gets. Sometimes, we are fortunate enough to have the pleasing rains come down and sooth our scourges. If you haven't been dug deep enough by the pains of life, you won't be able to hold and appreciate the cool, refreshing downpour of sweet thirst-quenching goodness as much as someone who's been having it rough.

Everyone you see is a hole, each person with varying depths. The worse life is, the more you appreciate the good things in it.