When life feels like a burrito that is spilling lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, and chicken and you don’t think you could handle it,

what do you do to cope?

There is metaphoric symbolism embedded in the logistics of the functionality of the burrito.The importance of the yummy flour wrap is to dually serve as a food container and as an item nutritional value. It is pleasantly convenient.

When we feel we cannot function because too much is going on, we sometimes run to defense mechanisms that avoid pain and promote happiness -- because it is in every human’s interest to achieve happiness.

But why?

Is the goodness of life only based on the amount of satisfying pleasure that comes from it? If the burrito wrap is supposed to be just what it is, a wrap, then why must it always literally satisfy the confines of what defines a container when it satisfies its purpose as a food regardless? Why must life be comfortable when the nature of the world is spontaneous and life in itself is fleeting?