Life is like a fist full of straws. When you pull one out, you don't know if it's perfect or flawed until you try to use it. As usual and without much thought, you stick the straw in your drink and suck. It makes a strange noise and only little amounts of drink comes through. You pull the straw out and "really" look at it. It appears to have a small horizontal line mid-way its length; you squeeze it a little as you take a closer look. Now, you see it - it's a small split. The straw is flawed - it's worthless unless you take a pair of shears and cut the split area off. Otherwise, you can't use...
Life is like a fist full of straws. When you pull one out, you don't know if it's perfect or flawed until you try to use it. As usual and without much...