Life is like chocolate: Sometimes in a black color, sometimes a white color and sometimes not in any kind of color. There isn't a proper way to avoid life because there are days which surprise you, and it does not matter what you do, if you want it to be so or not.
You can maybe decide one day to look at life as if they were white full chocolate, filled with purity and proportions. Filled with sweet memories of different times, filled with huge nostalgy that her sweet sense only leavesyou a passion for more to come. Even if it ends, the taste of white chocolate as an analogy for life sometimes brings you to get so hooked on the good taste that it leaves in your mouth and it makes you not to be so complete within yourself and you always wan to come back for more, nore sweet memories, more funny experiences that does not explain anything in life and never will. This is the thing that brings fun the white chocolate, this purity is comprehensive when you bite your first tiny piece of chocolate that is worth everything, also the knowledge that this taste won't return for a very long time. Maybe this is why the white chocolate is so rare, because if someone will do a survey, as wide as it can be, most people won't hold white, good chocolate, at home, maybe only the exclusive in which.
You can maybe decide one day to look at life as if they were black, bitterish thick chocolate, full with scrabbled feelings that hadn't decided for themselves how they are supposed to influence the person that eats it. Maybe the target of the bitterish chocolate is to show that also dares exited sweet, also that when and where there is bad there supposed to be good, also when the taste of life is bitterish there will always be a light in the edge of the tunnel that will come and leave a taste of palatability, bitter indeed but yet thick palatability and tick sweetness. The taste of the black chocolate as allegory for life at times leads you to believe that it doesn't matter what life brings you, doesn't matter how sad you feel and how many bad memoirs and innocent memories we had as children, in other words – it doesn't matter what passes the bitterish taste will change everything, in his special way, by taking all the bad memoirs, painting them in a cacao color, giving them a personal touch (maybe that also bad and also good as one will leave in harmony), and the most important is also the comprehension that it doesn't matter what fate/future/thouch of GOD, before all of the above lies the bitterish, as a bitter king that all his knowledge brings him to know what to do in order to change history, also the one that hadn't stopped happening.
You can maybe decide one day to watch life as if they were normal chocolate and not as black or white, not as bad or good, only as chocolate, like one which hand you pave and spin your way a circuit of life, like this that come to sweep you forward when you are sad, as one that even whaen you are in an ecstasy of life or in the most happy moment of the present he will come and show you that always life could be more sweet, that there is no thing as too many or too less to the extreme, always will be an influence, that changes fate, that will show that even the saddest sadness has a foe, because after all what is possible to expect is the possibility of difference from the rest. Reminds a bit of the story of the coca cola beverage, against him arose competitors along the years such as Pepsi, rc, or even crystal, like that also the chocolate, it doesn't matter who the enemy that arises to stand against him, the normal chocolate is a winner forever, hard at all that stand against him, he is too much famous, his carried taste in in every persons mouth can not be forgotten. Just like that is the brown chocolate that ticks, as allegory for life, he's always there always will be, a king.
If a person decides to collect memoirs just like he collects ants, then maybe also so the chocolate, sometimes the memoirs are sweet and pure clear as a first rain in the morning of first winter or in the beginning of fall. sometimes they are bitterish and strawy day and not always clear what is their target, to bother and to oppress or to arouse and to hurl. sometimes the memoirs are also normal, like all of them, the carried taste is as always, the taste of chocolate, there is not a singularity but also there is no disappointment.
Then what do you prefer, days of white chocolate, days of black chocolate or days regular chocolate? Or perhaps you don't even like chocolate
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