The bed you make, is the bed you sleep in. My mom always said this to me, especially when it came to friends, dating, and lifestyle choices. On a rainy, stormy Wednesday night many years ago back in Trinidad as we light candles and looked for batteries for the flashlight, as electricity kept going off and on, I asked her what she really meant when saying that sentence to me.
With a big smile and loving glow in her eyes she said. Little Mr Trouble, you must always be careful not to make stupid choices, they come back to bite you, everything you do in life cost you somehow, sometime, or something. If the bed you sleep in is not a good bed, the sleep can’t be good. The same for your friends, relationships and life.