Will you ever learn? No. But you can grow.
You’ve forgotten you’re a creaky old kettle wasting away on the stove. Boiling over. Boiled over.
Someone turned on the gas. High. You didn’t notice.
You were too busy trying not to crumble.
So here you are. Ashamed you’ve spilt. No. Flailed steaming liquids everywhere around you.
It was clearly a mistake. But what can you do when that fire’s going?
It isn’t until all that’s inside you has evaporated into steam, and you are left hollow, that you can make any sense of it.
But in time, too much time, you eventually learn to accept your archaic kettleness, cracks and all.
You realize you may not control the fire but you can subtly shift where your passion explodes.
You can cause havoc or create justice.
You must get in control of the magma inside. It’s powerful and impolitely poetic.
Trying to clean up your mess is futile.
Just dig deep and study your cracks and tilt at just the right angle. Be prepared to boil over. And accept you will always make steaming messes, so they might as well be productive ones.
life with interest 