Life=Making a Cake

One individual struck my this week when we were discussing this experience with each other. They asked me, "How has this experience been for you?" I had thought about the question for a moment and then quickly answered with something like, "Oh, it was eye-opening" or "It was a shift in my perspective." But now actually processing the question, I cannot seem to wrap my head around it, and it seems almost impossible to describe this experience in one adjective.

I came into the first day of class this semester, knowing that more than anything, I wanted to learn something. Not simply obtaining information and then ultimately express that information to others, but learning about myself through the presences and understanding of other people's struggles and triumphs in life. The abstract vision that is popping in my head is like the idea of baking a cake. People going through their life is like mixing the ingredients together, taking every piece of their life and making something that shapes who you are. Choosing to be vulnerable and sharing your story is like putting your cake in the oven, never knowing the outcome. Then decorating and serving the cake is the impact that you have chosen to give people. Eating the cake represents the nourishment that you provided for others, helping them to remember that you are not alone and struggling is a universal term that comes in a tremendous amount of ways.

Life's the making of a cake. You mix it, bake it, and you serve it so that you can provide sustenance for generations to come.