[ WP ] You have a terrible life . Something mundane occurs . It is the best thing to ever happen to you .

The egg, I did it. After what seems like ages in hindsight I finally did it. A perfect flip. I could see it slowly turning 180 degrees upside down while falling back down. The butter in the pan sizzling. My hand trying to keep it steady. The amount of coordination the simple act of flipping an egg is painstakingly made clear when you fail to do it. This made all the difference in the world. I couldn ’ t quite grasp myself. All in all the egg itself wasn ’ t even that important. The act of flipping an egg seems mundane, trivial at best. But to me it was different. After all I had been through. Being utterly dependent on someone, on everyone. 
 
 Of course I was steadily improving over the last couple of months. Slowly regaining my former motor functions. But it had taken a long time, almost too long. While I saw the egg falling down back into frying pan, the sizzling butter taking stabs at my bare forearm, I smiled. The pain from the hot butter made it even better. Pain can make you feel alive, that ’ s something I definitely learned over the past few years. 
 It ’ d still take years of anguish, of hard work, of endless ‘ cheer-up ’ talk from friends and relatives. But nevertheless I was overjoyed. Being alone here. Doing it myself, without any assistance. 
 
 The egg landed. Damn… all black on other side. Being able to flip an egg doesn ’ t necessarily make you a good cook. I smiled regardless. 

