Just the other day my son brought me a "shell-less" egg. I had never ever seen anything like it before...I hadn't even heard of such a thing, and yet...there it was. He told me that it was the third one he had collected over the course of a few weeks. It turns out it is from some of our younger chickens who are laying for the first time. I was too chicken to "crack" it open...so we just kept it in the fridge and gently poked it every now and then. I couldn't help but to wonder "what if?" What if he had not collected it...could a chick survive in there? What exactly was in there? It had the textue and consistency of a saline implant and yet whenever you left it alone it maintained its "egg" shape.
This got me thinking about our own shells. Those tough exteriors we hide behind. When really we are just all mushy on the inside. We still maintain who we are when no one is making jabs at us. We are able to just "be." But all too often we don't let others see that softer side of us. So afraid of being labeled a "chicken" we allow our shells to get harder and harder...until one day...we crack. And that's when it all comes out. The good, the bad, and the ugly. We literally drain ourselves of all that was meant to be. So, instead of worrying about what others might think of us...our time would be better spent if we made sure our shells were a little more translucent and soft...enabling not only others to see through to us, but allowing us to see through to them. Note: I have a shell of my own and while I certainly don't want it to harden any more than necessary...I am going to be drinking a ton of milk just to be on the safe side!
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