Curate, connect, and discover
Life is a lot like a taco.
It keeps falling apart as you try to enjoy it, yet you're somehow always expected to shove it down you throat and say ''wow, this is good''. And sometimes...
It is! Its good, it beutiful, everything is coming together perfectly but other times...
Other times you just want it to end.
Just want it to stop falling apart.
Not want to eat it after some stupid kid throws it to the floor, stepps on it and says ''gosh your taco is pathetic''
But you have to take it, and keep eating the taco because if you wont, someone will take it... you might even let them take it. And when you do... you dont do anything anymore.
And lunch is over
No more taco
Ever
Gods my life's a mess