~:[CH9 - Day 172]:~ At the Core

~:[CH9 - Day 172]:~ At the Core

It was just over three months ago and we were in the middle of the battle of the TP. My mother had a pack of toilet paper taken from her cart at Costco and our worries about the future of our bottoms had begun. Little did I know that the gift an awesome friend of mine would be the key to my survival. Sure, maybe it was a gag gift like we've gotten each other so many times, but it became the most valuable of all the things I've had over the course of the pandemic. As I began to think about it even more though, toilet paper is something that, while we may be able to survive without if we really had to (bidets, leaves, worst case scenario ... socks), is something that has become an essential in our every day lives. Sometimes we forget to cherish those things we see every day, but in reality they are something that are the reason why our lives every day are so comfortable. Similarly, as I sat home enraged as I listened to Trump speak out, mocking the virus and saying testing less would result in less positive results, throwing our racist terms such as the Chinese virus and for those who say it's not racist, he also used Kung Fu virus, and spending a bit over two hours trying to defend his ego and further divide this country, I thought about how important it is to be good down to our core. Strangely this toilet paper roll, which was my savior, also reminded me that toilet paper is like our lives. As a roll of toilet paper, we are all layered with paper, some which seems to be better quality than others whether it's the ply, the texture, the size and even sometimes the scent. However, each roll is essential to our lives and we figure out how to work with it. However, when the life of the roll is near and we see what's left over, we truly are all the same. When life closes and we shed all the money, the fame and prestige, and all of our possessions, what will our core be like? Let's strive to be great, but let's also never forget to be good down to the core. Have a great heart and soul, share with others and be one who when all of our layers are shed away, is still treasured for all the amazing memories it brings to our lives. I will miss you my forever roll, I hope that one day, we will meet again.