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Always reach for the last cookie
I believe you should always reach for the last cookie.
Look at it.
It’s waiting on you. Calling you to collect it, to consume it. It wants your attention.
You are not alone.
There are others who want this cookie too.
You can feel it. Them. The others. The tension. The ones with the drool and eyes like daggers.
The tension of not wanting to be rude. The promise of being polite. Being seen as giving and sacrificial. Putting others first.
The tension of eating another one, when you’ve already had two.
The tension of not letting a good thing go to waste. The box can now be thrown away if you could just get rid of the cookie.
If only…
In the moment, you wait. You hesitate. Contemplating this tension. Then. The unthinkable happens. Someone else reaches in and takes it. It’s gone. The moment is lost.. You feel…
