At the table in the kitchen, there were three bowls of porridge.  Goldilocks was hungry.  She tasted the porridge from the first bowl.

“This porridge is too hot!” she exclaimed.

So, she tasted the porridge from the second bowl.

“This porridge is too cold,” she said

So, she tasted the last bowl of porridge.

“Ahhh, this porridge is just right,” she said happily and she ate it all up.

      We’ve all heard the story – Keep looking until you find exactly the right porridge, exactly what is right for you.  Except, in life the porridge will never be the right temperature. Life never comes together exactly how we want, and even when we think it does, when we are right on the cusp of perfect, wham, someone makes you mad, there’s traffic, your boss sucks. Real life will never be the right temperature, and if we constantly wait for it to be perfect we will end up missing out on life itself. In the constant search for right, we fail to appreciate everything we find while looking. The journey is life itself. The journey is life, there is no perfect. Goldilocks, had the luxury of searching for the perfect temperature, but in reality while she was searching the bears would have come home and eaten her with their remaining hot and cold porridge. Life never gives perfect porridge.