Cookies and Circles

I went to my uncle freddy's to help my dad cut and carry some wood. About 45 minutes later, I went over to my grandma's house to say hi. She lives next door to where we were cutting wood.

I got a cookie when I went there. I took 3 when I left. One more for me, and one more for my dad.

By the time my dad was in sight, I had two cookies gone and two in my hand.

What compelled me not to eat the one cookie in my hand and give the other to my dad, as if I ate one and he got one, fair and square?

What drives us to do good?

I didn't eat the cookies. I asked my dad if he wanted the cookies, and he said "no thanks."

I ♥ Karma.

And food for thought...

If they say there are no straight lines...

But circles are made up of entirely lines...

What is our world geometrically made of?