Call it blessing, grace, luck…I try my best to acknowledge these droplets of protection and be grateful for what has come my way. Indeed, it can be a challenge as we go through life with our heads down and our noses to the grindstone. Let us all look up once in a while, spread our wings and give thanks to donuts raining down. As well, let us not take advantage of this sweetness too often for fear it can morph into a curse.
Bless this cursed creature, for it is a saint for the weirdos, the freaks, and the outcasts. The great confectionery god sends down a trifecta of donuts to save the world for this creature, for it can not help but to be what nature intended.
Its wings spread wide to accept this bounty of sweetness and goodness. Haphazardly, this poor being seems to not realize it is even being blessed. It has to keep moving forward, constantly.
Thrice Blessed comes from passage in William Shakespeare’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”: “…Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood / To undergo such maiden pilgrimage.”
The path of pure ones is long and hard, full of self sacrifice. The almighty Universe finds extreme favor (thrice-blessed) with those and they are guaranteed a place among the stars by their virtues. Alas, they strive to attain and/or maintain these virtues throughout their entire life. A much easier time on Earth could be had without purity, but at what cost?
It is a fine blade. I say we eat some donuts thank the universe, and accept who we are as humans: flawed by nature, which is beautiful by design.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Stay Gold and Count Your Donuts,
Will
