Did I mention that in our family, traditions die hard? For example: Rolling, stuffing, and frying knishes has been one of our Thanksgiving traditions for at least five generations, so, nary a Thanksgiving has passed without popping those delicious delicacies into our mouths.
In addition to being traditionalists, we are pranksters, one and all. And thus, no one knows who shall chomp into the knish, stuffed - not with the savory taste of fried onions, mashed into buttery potatoes but - with a cotton ball, instead.
And just as we chance biting into a cotton knish, none knows what lies beneath the surface of conscious awareness until we take a bite out of each stage of life.
Here's hoping that as you take bites out of each stage of life, your knishes taste of fried onions, mashed into potatoes, more often than of cotton. And if, upon review, you find that the former has been true then your cup, as mine, must be more than half full. And if you KNOW your cup to be half full then this question may be worthy of your consideration: Do you FEEL your good fortune on special occasions - or - does your spirit rejoice over a life lived well, every day?
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