You know when you are eating something, and it’s quite obviously too hot to eat; there is steam coming off it and as you bring the fork to your mouth you hesitate, pull back slightly with trepidation and purse your lips to blow already-warm air on it, as if that will make a difference? But regardless, you still open your mouth against all natural instincts, placing the fork between your teeth and pulling the food off onto your tongue, inevitably burning your mouth in the process then regretting your impatience for the rest of the meal?
Well, I realised that’s actually the way I approach every aspect of my life.
Forever overlooking the clearly visible and obvious dangers in favour of the seemingly delicious end reward, instead of just using a clear head and common sense to assess the possible negative ramifications first and wait. Consequently I am always diminishing the end result because I’ve burned my metaphorical mouth too much to enjoy it to the full extent. Sigh.