Doughnuts & Friends

I ate a doughnut at church this morning. A plain glazed doughnut. It didn't taste plain. It tasted like a maple iced doughnut. It didn't have any maple icing on it. It wasn't even sitting close to a maple iced doughnut on the tray that I got it from. I'm assuming it was in the box with a maple one at some point and that taste just stayed with it. I don't really care for maple iced doughnuts.

For some reason that got me to thinking about the environement that we allow ourselves to be surrounded by and how that impacts the quality and direction of our lives. Our friends. Our workplaces. Our hang-out spots. The people we date. The books we read. The movies we watch. Music. Food. Etc. Etc. Etc.

Seems to me that whatever we immerse ourselves in - in nearly every aspect of life - will leave a residual taste on us for a long time...even when we're no longer in that box...even when we're out on the silver platter looking all good and yummy.

Just something to think about.