Life is like a blender AND maybe like a box of chocolates too, but for this post, more like a blender please. Yes, I’m serious. Yes, I’m serious.
Electric blenders are mysteriously cool and supremely advantageous and somewhat necessary in order to live a convenient life full of convenience and smoothies. (My sister has one of them Vitamix deals that are just really unreal).
With a blender, almost unlike any other machine known to mankind, random unkempt stuff that seems like it shouldn’t go together, just does somehow.. in a smooth kind of way.
All you do is throw a bunch of produce, or fruit. or junk food or healthy food or gourmet food or last month’s leftovers or all of the above in to the pitcher thingy with the sharp twirly thingies attached to the bottom of it, throw the plastic/rubber lid thingy on top, and hit the GO button. Then you just let it go.. and it does its thang.
(The mildly disruptive part of smoothie making) After you hit the GO button, you just might need to hold your hands over your ears and do all you can to make it through the deafening 100db noise without pulling your hair out in convulsive spasms. You’ll be rewarded if you do. (If you have a Vitamix though, the thing just purrs even when it’s blending up blatant nastiness).
Seconds later, the good part. de-lid the thingy and pour the pure n tasty smoothie-ness into your smoothie catcher cup. The whole deal is vaguely miraculous. Imagine.. ungood food can come out good all of a sudden, as if it was always meant to be good.. even vegetables. Because let’s be honest, the foods’ true identity had just been hidden under an unblended shield ever since I was a kid. (My mom wishes she had known the secret) Bummer, now the secret’s out.
So where’s the miracle?
This is what’s miraculous: You can throw rough stuff and hard stuff and wet stuff and dry stuff in the same blend and they’ll all come out smooth (I’m assuming that you and I are both thinking about biodegradable stuff.. you know, like food, not rocks).
What does this have to do with life? Check this out. We all of a “blender of life” so to speak. Life is full of ungood stuff (and of course good stuff too, but let me prove a point). You know, the kind of stuff that just hurts the mind, body, and soul. Emotional, physical, spiritual rough stuff that just needs to be smoothie-fied or just blended somehow… if it were possible… at the “bearable” speed. Life gets hard sometimes.
Here’s the punch line: Zoom out. Luckily we have a Master Blender who has an eternal-sized magic blending machine that has the ability to make EVERYTHING smooth again, even though the “everything’s” roughness would seem overbearing or insurmountable or permanent. With the touch of the Master Blender, somehow, our life, as rough and as tough and complicated as it may seem, can all come out happily smooth again… that’s a miracle of astronomic proportions.
At times, I’ve felt like I’ve put all the wrong ingredients in my own “blender of life.” But somehow, with the touch of the Master Blender, I’ve come out with beauty abounding and smoothie-ness all around.
The inspiration for this post: After years of butchering bachelorhood… finally getting the right consistency.