Carrots, Eggs, and Coffee

jeff's picture

Seems like school (or something) has stirred up a lot of angst on the site lately. People upset at the behavior of friends, reactions of their peers, problems with their parents, and so on...

I just finished (like 10 minutes ago) reading the book "Inspiration" by Wayne Dyer, and found it to be profoundly moving and resonant. In the book, he referenced a parable about carrots, eggs, and coffee that made me think of Oasis and how people react and get so riled up by their interactions with people. A quick Google search spared me from having to type it in. It's definitely worth thinking about...

Carrots, Eggs, and Coffee

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as if as soon as one problem was solved a new one arose. Her mother took her to the kitchen.

The mother filled three pots with water.

In the first, she placed carrots.

In the second she placed eggs.

And the last she placed ground coffee beans.

She let them sit and boil without saying a word. About twenty minutes later, she turned off the burners.

She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.

Turning to her daughter, she said, "Tell me what you see."

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. (You known the tone of voice.)

She brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did, and noted that they felt soft.

She then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg inside.

Finally, she asked her to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.

The daughter then asked, "So, what's the point, mother?"

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity - boiling water - but each reacted differently.

The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.

The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid center. But, after sitting through the boiling water, its insides had become hardened.

The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water...they had changed the water.

"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"

Think of this: Which am I?

Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity, do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat?

Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship, or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my outer shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water - the very circumstances that bring the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor of the bean. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you instead of letting it change you.

When the hours are the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate to another level?

How do you handle adversity?

Comments

Sarah6824's picture

Ah Jeff, great entry, very ti

Ah Jeff, great entry, very timely :)

You're right, none of us handle anything that well, huh. Hmm, we're mostly a bunch of teenagers though, moaning is expected even if it isn't warranted (as sad as it is).

I wish someone had shown me something like this when I was 13/14/15 though!

I know what I would like to say, but ultimately I am a disgustingly hybrid mix of carrots, eggs, and coffee. Mmm.

Icarus's picture

of course jeff would battle o

of course jeff would battle our teenage angst with a STORY. *scoffs* thanks jeff...

no seriously, i adored it and it really made me think about life in general and helped me with a problem i'm having with a friend. thanks.

"Yes! No! Oh, damn!"

TeeAhr1's picture

Great parable. I think every

Great parable. I think everyone here would like to think themselves the coffee bean. Some days I worry that I'm the egg.
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TeeAhr1 (p. daniels) - Special Assistant To Mr. Wonka

raining men's picture

Interesting

Interesting metaphor. not the best. Good point though. It would be nice if we could be coffee beans

"Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suf-fer-ing"

help_me_god's picture

makes ya think... georgious m

makes ya think... georgious metaphore

jojojo's picture

egg-coffie

I think I'm mostly a mix between egg and coffie. As for the egg, I don't see the change so negative as it is described in the story: In the story, the egg gets hardened, stiff, bitter. But I like to think of me (to the extent that I am an egg) to also get stronger, more confident in my assessment of what's going on around me, without being very bitter. Well, I guess I am somewhat bitter, but only as much as I need to make sense of this world.
But I am glad to say that I am also a bit of the coffie. I have changed quite a significant part of my surroundings, and I continue to change it.
I've also been a carrot, but I think my hey days as a carrot are over. At least my days as a raw carrot are over. Maybe I am still a boiled carrot, but that must also not be seen only in a negative light. I mean, a boiled carrot is more mallable and thus also more able to resist pressure. It does not break so easily.

jeff's picture

Yeah...

I don't think you are supposed to be any one thing in all situations, or read too much into it beyond your ability to have different reactions to the same stimulus, which can lead you to a better mental place.

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Adam A's picture

LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER

LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER

peanut_gallery's picture

As one of the people who was

As one of the people who was having some high school angst, I must say that I like this little story. It's maybe not the best metaphor, but it fits in the context of the story.

I'll have to pick that book up now. Thanks. =)