Standing in the kitchen, back to the sink and window above it. To my right is the stove and my soon to be boiling water. I can’t help but see myself as that water. Slowly heating up, getting ready to scream. Hoping there is someone to lift the container of my life off the hot stove and onto a soft pad. Of course life is not this way. Much like the kettle which never fails me and keeps boiling we must continue to serve our purpose. Instead of looking for the soft pad we can focus creating the best outcomes possible. Hopefully we can lead to something else enjoyable and fulfilling like the kettle leads to tea.