The humble pie is not at all flaky and delicious
I sniggered as my sister watched with rapt attention a “How to Solve a Rubik’s Cube” tutorial on YouTube, her movements mimicking the onscreen bespectacled nerd’s. “How hard can it possibly be?” said I. Had I kept my mouth shut, I would not be stewing in my own embarrassment ten hours later having watched the same video at least twenty times — in my defence the instructor was rambling incoherently about finding edges and he found five edges even before I understood the definition of edges — the cube still a farrago of colours.
Not all problems are meant to be solved
How do you solve a problem like Maria? Or Donald Trump? Or ISIS? How do you end world hunger or the Syrian crisis? Like the Rubik’s Cube, some things do not have a glorious end. Instead of feeling helpless to the woes and evils of the world, the best thing to do is to put it aside, and as Elsa would preach: let it go. And unlike Ernő, at least I am not the creator of any worldly problems.
People living with colour blindness are thrice blessed
As a society, we are so hell-bent on fixing deficiencies: we pop vitamins and supplements; we go to the gym to
watch free TV sculpt our physiques. But whatever happened to accepting our own flaws? Good on you, colour-blind people! Good on you for not seeing colours; for not seeing this Chinese as yellow though my skin is anything but. And blessed are you who never have to touch a Rubik’s Cube with a ten-foot pole. Greedy corporations such as Enchroma have the gall to try and fix colour vision deficiency!