the young lady confided in the wise gentleman.
“Wise Gentleman, I can’t seem to get what i want. I ask and I’m open to receiving, but every time I almost have it, it turns the other way. Happiness is swerving from my soul, Wise Gentleman!”.
the wise gentleman was instantaneously exasperated by the perceptive young lady’s lack of perception in that moment, and expressed this exasperation perching his glasses atop his immaculate dome. and while this gesture had become quite familiar to the young lady, in this particular instance, the black frames seemed relentless in their pursuit to peck through the white aura of his wisdom. the wise gentleman’s uncharacteristically sober face hovered recklessly close to the plate of poached eggs, which the young lady was still attempting to transfer onto her side of corn arepas.
“Young Lady, this is a clear case of UNDERasking. You aren’t asking for enough. Your soul expects you to expect more and the universe wants you to have it. Simple.As.That. So ask for more, Young Lady.”
the young lady had never thought of this. “Ask for even more?!”. she pondered. she sobbed a little. and finally she sideways smiled.
suddenly and somehow sensically, the wise gentlemen was onto his thesis of pregnancy being a metaphor for change which was surely a revelation but the young lady really just wanted to finish their shared plate of poached eggs.
so she did.