“Life throws us many ingredients, but (she) sure knew how to make use of them.”
Someone said this during a meeting at work yesterday and it resonated with me. Perhaps it’s because I’ve picked up baking and started experimenting more in cooking that I appreciate the metaphor used.
If we see the things that happened to us or the situation that we find ourselves in as ingredients of life, then what becomes of it at the end really depends on us, isn’t it? Do we let those ingredients go to waste or do we learn to use them to make a beautiful dish?