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I came to a realization. It's important because I find that in one's own world, the little things are what count the most. "You are not the center of the world, but you are the center of your own world", I recalled.
I baked a pie, an Oreo Jello pudding pie. I attempted to follow the instructions as best I could, but somehow something didn't seem right. The black edible cookie crust I had placed into my nine inch pie pan was extremely moist, and wouldn't fit the pie tin the way I wanted. The crust began to stick to the spoon I used to smooth out any blemishes or holes in the layer of fine, moist soil.
I stood back from the finished work. It looked as if a four year old had made this pie crust. I couldn't believe that in all my years of making and cooking various waffles and noodles, pastas and grilled sandwiches, that my lack of culinary experience had dwindled to zero. The crust was truly a horror to witness.
Suddenly, after placing the Jello filling and Oreo topping inside the pan, the pie began to take form. A form that I liked. The crust that had begun with nothing more than unsatisfied eyes, had evolved into a beautiful, Oreo-licious dessert.
It occurred to me that I disliked the idea of making the pie at first, but after seeing the end results, I really wanted to observe it more. So, as a moral, I learned that it's the process of creating that truly makes something great, not the idea or the finished product. It's the work that it takes to finish, that makes a masterpiece, being the work easy or as hard as making a pie.
Maybe everyone here will understand this too, and I hope my story has at least opened a few eyes. If not, then I'll continue to eat my delicious pie.
I baked a pie, an Oreo Jello pudding pie. I attempted to follow the instructions as best I could, but somehow something didn't seem right. The black edible cookie crust I had placed into my nine inch pie pan was extremely moist, and wouldn't fit the pie tin the way I wanted. The crust began to stick to the spoon I used to smooth out any blemishes or holes in the layer of fine, moist soil.
I stood back from the finished work. It looked as if a four year old had made this pie crust. I couldn't believe that in all my years of making and cooking various waffles and noodles, pastas and grilled sandwiches, that my lack of culinary experience had dwindled to zero. The crust was truly a horror to witness.
Suddenly, after placing the Jello filling and Oreo topping inside the pan, the pie began to take form. A form that I liked. The crust that had begun with nothing more than unsatisfied eyes, had evolved into a beautiful, Oreo-licious dessert.
It occurred to me that I disliked the idea of making the pie at first, but after seeing the end results, I really wanted to observe it more. So, as a moral, I learned that it's the process of creating that truly makes something great, not the idea or the finished product. It's the work that it takes to finish, that makes a masterpiece, being the work easy or as hard as making a pie.
Maybe everyone here will understand this too, and I hope my story has at least opened a few eyes. If not, then I'll continue to eat my delicious pie.
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