first smore...

the other night...for the first time ever.
I had a smore.

My friends around me,
All far more experienced with the idea of these delicious morsels,
told me I was missing out.
So I had one.

And it was delicious.

But then someone asked me, "Didn't it change your life?"
And I had to think, if it really changed anything.

I'm not going to lie. It was really satisfying.
It was nice and warm.
Comforting even.

And all of the poptart smores I had ever had paled terribly in comparison.
But did it change my life?
Was I suddenly more whole than I was before?
All because of a perfectly toasted marshmallow, a piece of chocolate and a couple graham crackers?

They said I was.
My friends had told me prior to the consumption of my first smore that I had not lived yet.
But is that the truth?
Was my life truly a vast hole of nothingness because I had never had a smore before?

I don't think so.
I'd like to think that I have a greater source of sustenance than a silly smore.

But it was good.
It was darn delicious.
And...I kinda want another one.

But was it really that good?
Was it really so good that my whole life was changed?
Can I live without it now that I've tried it?

I guess that's the question now.

pray that I figure out...
because deciding that an inconsequential temporarily satisfying piece of sweetness is life changing....
doesn't necessarily mean it's life changing for the better.
In fact...it could just to an addiction of temporary satisfaction...
And that could only lead to trouble...and a life full of searching to fill a void that I've created.

sometimes...ignorance truly is bliss.

ps. there is so much more to life than smores.