"The Bagel" by David Ignatow
I stopped to pick up the bagel rolling away in the wind, annoyed with myself for having dropped it as if it were a portent. Faster and faster it rolled, with me running after it bent low, gritting my teeth, and I found myself doubled over and rolling down the street head over heels, one complete somersault after another like a bagel and strangely happy with myself.
This is a great metaphor for life. Turn an annoying thing/event into a strangely happy one.
ReplyDeleteThat's what separates the happy people from everyone else, those who can laugh or smile and think this is funny.