The Core

I like the taste of apples. Some are sweet, some sour, but they all leave behind the same warmth as the juice runs down your throat - a kind of comfort. And yet, sometimes, I feel sorry for them.

Humans are a lot like apples. We bite into apple's to discover what's inside, tearing through their skin to satisfy our curiosity; our hunger. Maybe people are like that too. We open ourselves up to others, letting them taste the sweetness or our bitterness which we hold beneath the surface. We are consumed by the curiosity of others.

Apples don't stay fresh forever once they've been cut. Exposure changes them. Much like vulnerability to us. I think people change too after being known too deeply, too carelessly, or too long. Honesty leaves us bruised overtime. The moment apples bruise, soften or lose their shine, they are discarded. Forgotten at the bottom of a bin or left outside in the dirt. Sometimes a person gives everything they have - their sweetness, softness, their internal bruising - only to be abandoned once someone has what they want or they didn't get what they wanted in the end. But even apples thrown into the dirt leave seeds.

When we finish an apple, we have two choices: throw it away and by another or look beyond the fruit, the good part, and see the potential; the seeds. If planted, they can grow into something new - maybe sweeter, maybe more bitter, but nonetheless, alive with possibilities. People are much the same. We all have a chance to grow again, to start over, try again. Sometimes we succeed, sometimes we don't. Maybe we struggle after being replanted in the new circumstances. But even then, there are always more seeds - the chance to learn, adapt, trust and begin again. Even after being bruised, there is opportunity. Life is built on trial and error, much like planting a seed. Growth rarely happens perfectly, especially the first time. But every attempt at a new start is the possibility for something better.