Life's a bag of frozen peas

I’ve recently read an article in The Star newspaper,quite thought-provoking,do take some time to read,it’s worth it…I didn’t change any context of the article

Title: Life’s a bag of frozen peas
Written by Michael Smith

A week after my first wife,Georgia,was called to heaven,I was cooking dinner for my son and myself. I decided on peas to go with the main meal.
As I was cutting open the bag of frozen peas,it slipped from my hands and crashed to the floor. The peas,like marbles,rolled everywhere. I tried to use a broom but with each swipe,the peas rolled across the kitchen,bounced off the wall on the other side and rolled in another direction.
My mental state at the time was fragile. Losing a spouse is an unbearable pain. I got my hands and knees and pulled them into a pile to dispose of.
I was half laughing and half crying as I collected them. I could see the humour in the situation,but it doesn’t take much for a person dealing with grief to break down.
For the next week,every time I was in the kitchen,I would find a pea that had escaped my first cleanup. In a corner,behind a table leg,in the frays at the end of a mat,or hidden under a heater,they kept turning up. Eight months later I pulled out the refrigerator to clean,and found a dozen or so petrified peas hidden underneath.
At the time I found those few remaining peas,I was in a new relationship with a wonderful woman I’d met in a widow/widower support group. After we married,I was reminded of those peas under the refrigerator.
I realised my life had been like that bag of frozen peas. It had shattered. My wife was gone. I was in a new city with a busy job and a son who was having trouble adjusting to his new surroundings and the loss of his mother.
I was a wreck. I was a bag of spilled,frozen peas. My life had come apart and scattered.
When life gets you down;when everything you know comes apart;when you think you can never get through the tough times,remember,it is just a bag of scattered,frozen peas.
The peas can be collected and life will move on. You will find all of them. First,the easy peas come together in a pile. You pick them up and start to move on. Later you will find the bigger and harder-to-find peas. When you put all of them together,life will be whole again.
The life you know can be scattered at any time. You will move on,but how fast you collect your peas depends on you. Will you keep scattering them around with a broom,or will you pick them up one by one and put your life back together? How will you collect your peas?

So when you feel down…just collect back the scattered frozen peas =)