Let's start with LIFE. Yes, I know. A touchy subject of the rather. I can relate to life in may ways.

So, on Saturday, I was eating chestnuts. Yeah. Chestnuts. Didn't you know that they were in season?? So I was eating the chestnuts, and as I cracked one open with my teeth, the sweet but slightly bitter chestnut juice squirted into my mouth (and onto my shirt). Themore chestnuts I ate, the more bitter their juice became. I wondered why it was so. Turns out that after we boiled them, my dad forgot to pour the excess water out, leaving the chestnuts to soak in their own bitter juice. I wondered thoughtfully about the chestnuts and the juice while devouring a not-so-bitter chestnut. If a person stewed in their own bitterness or emoness or anger, would their normally sweet self have a touch of bitterness to it? Or would they forgive and forget because they were the sort of sweet, forgiving person. A few days later, as I munched on a 3-day old chestnut, I detected no signs of bitterness. Thus, I concluded that if a sweet person had a touch of bitterness to their heart, they more or less would probably forget about it in a short while. I know I would. Which means that life is like chestnuts?

Then again, as I thought about those people who stewed in their own anger and then took it out on their poor classmates, like that the terrible Virginia Tech accident, I reasoned that they had probably soaked in their whatever for a reasonably long time, probably for years, and possibly their whole life! So maybe life is not like chestnuts...