The chocolate box

I used to believe that my life was a bottomless chocolate box, and my only worry was that one day I’d die having eaten just halfway through all the delicious layers neatly stacked inside. Was I wrong? For some time now, every single chocolate I’ve picked up from the box turns out to be mouldy, and with every passing year I have fewer chocolates to choose from. Perhaps it’s time to acknowledge that some people’s boxes are small, and their cheap contents don’t last long, while other people have so many first-class chocolates in theirs that they take just a single casual bite of each one and throw the rest away, unimpressed by all the opulent sweetness.