Sometimes, life hands you a broken taco. You weren't expecting a broken taco. You had, in fact, hoped for a perfectly made, beautifully intact taco. A taco worthy of being called a work of art. A masterpiece taco.
Or maybe your hopes weren't so high as all that. Maybe you were just hoping for something good to eat. Something you could hold in your hands and sink your teeth into without any other expectations.
But, then, you unwrap your taco and find that it's broken. Not just cracked down the middle, which, admittedly, can happen sometimes with taco shells, but broken. Shattered into several pieces. Your expectations are as broken as your lunch, and disappointment sets in.
But, why? The taco is still a taco. The meat and the cheese, the lettuce and tomato, the shell are all still there. Why be disappointed? Because we are still clinging to our expectations. We are attached to the idea of eating our taco in the usual way, and we are not willing to let go. But what if we did let go? What if we freed ourselves of the attachment to eating our taco in a particular way? What possibilities could we see then?
Instead of a broken taco, what if we saw the makings of a little taco salad?
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