I am reminded of the story of the family dinner where mother and daughter are in the kitchen feverishly preparing a family dinner. The mother instructs the daughter to trim the bottom of the ham before putting it in the pan and then the oven. The daughter asks her mother “Why do we cut the bottom off of the ham?” The mother responded “because that is just the way it is done, it is how my mother taught me, and now I am teaching you”. The daughter still questioning the explanation her mother gave her, called her grandmother to ask “Why do we cut the bottom off of the ham?” The grandmother quickly answers “so the ham would fit into my pan”.
It makes me wonder how much I am missing so my life fits in someone else’s pan. So I ask the questions, and I break the rules. Sometimes I find beauty, sometimes not.
"What a Fool Believes" Doobie Brothers