I found a random potato in my parking lot yesterday, just laying there on the ice and snow. As I was driving, all I could think about was how much has taken place in that potatoes life span, only for it to end up sitting frozen in a parking lot. Was it a total waste of life since it would never be enjoyed at dinner or that it would have been left in the fridge unused and wasted? Maybe it would have been part of some school project for some child who's future would have been altered to accomplish amazing feats.
I like to think that the potatoes life wasn't a waste, It was there to remind me to reflect on my outlook on life and its possibilities, but then again who am I? Who are we?
In the end, it was still just a potato laying frozen on ice and snow.