Breaking Eggs

There is beauty in a pristine chickens egg. The lightly bumpy texture of the shell. The perfection of the oblong shape. The varying shades of white and brown.

I think there is a lesson here. Only once the egg is cracked is the potential of the egg unleashed. The beauty and perfection must be broken, destroyed in order for the chick to hatch, the cake to be baked, the meringue to be whipped.

In the end, nothing will remain of the original beautiful egg. But it will be replaced by something far superior in usefulness and complexity. Something with a new beauty.

Don’t we all have elements of our lives which are eggs, waiting to be torn apart and remade into something better?

Just a random thought.