An Old Sock

I've recently realized that I am like my sock. I know that sounds weird but let me explain. There's a hole in one of my socks where my big toe sticks out. There's also holes in me and my life. My mom said, "You should throw that sock out." I said, "No. Why would I do that?" She replied, "Because there's a hole in it." I responded saying, "Just because there's a hole in it, doesn't mean it doesn't work."

If there are holes in me and my life and I still work, then what's so bad about a sock with a little hole?

Well, it makes sense to me.

I know this post is random but it's just something I thought I'd share.

- Jillian