Life Isn't a Cake Waiting to Be Eaten, It's a Grain of Wheat

More and more, I’m realizing that life has so many hurdles we have to face. Those old fantasies, old dreams, and that heart once full of hope for the future have completely lost their spark lately. Sometimes I complain about life, wondering why everything goes so wrong for me, and why life always seems to be plotting against me. But when I calm down and think about it, I realize the responsibility actually lies with myself. I simply haven’t worked hard enough to earn the favor of Lady Luck.

It seems that to be a bear who can actually fly, having dreams as wings isn’t enough; I also need to build up enough strength in those wings to lift myself off the ground. Dreams are the wings, but hard work is the strength.

Life isn’t a piece of cake waiting for you to eat it. It’s a wheat seed. Every one of us must plant it, tend to it with care, watch it grow, and eventually harvest it, mill it into flour, knead the dough, and bake the cake from scratch… In the end, it’s not about who makes the biggest cake, but about how it tastes—the taste of devotion, the taste of life itself…