Apparently it is a desireable thing for life to be "just a bowl of cherries." Now I like cherries, just fine. But I'm not sure I want my life to be like one.
First of all, there are all those stems and pits to deal with. They've got to be removed and discarded. The stems are cute on the cherries, especially the double stems with two cherries still connected. But in the end, you're just left with a bunch of stems no one wants. What in my life do I want to be like cherry stems?
Then there are those aforementioned pits. You have to be careful when you bite into the juicy flesh of the cherry not to break your tooth on a pit. And it kind of takes away from the total enjoyment of the cherry flesh because you've got that pit to deal with. Again, it's a remnant left to be discarded. What in my life do I want to be like cherry pits? Something that is just in the way and hindering the complete enjoyment of my life, waiting to be culled from the good and tossed into the trash bin next to this thing I call my life?
That leaves us with the edible yummy cherry meat itself. Even this presents a problem. The cherry's juices stain the fingers and lips. Now, cherry juice staining one's lips is a nice thought and kind of sweet, actually. But getting your fingers all red may be more problematic and undesireable. What do I want in my life to be like an unwanted stain upon my fingers that I try to hide from the world?
So, yeah. I'm thinking I'd like my life to be less like a bowl of cherries and more like... like... I dunno... like a joyful experience filled with gratitude and spiritual enlightenment?
Yeah. OK.
Or maybe just like my life, such that it is. After all, it's what I've got right now and there's a lot about it to like and have gratitude for. So, I think I'll go with that answer, Alex... "Life as It Is" for $1000.
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Like many things in life, I prefer the simulacrum, or the artificial to the real. This is very true when we talk about cherries. Indeed, I enjoy artificial strawberry flavors; so much so, that I've listed it on "who's wallace" labels and whatnots. But, I do, in fact, love the actual, tangible strawberry almost as much as it's man-made simulation.
This isn't the case with cherries. I detest them, in every real form, except metaphor. However, the "cherry simulacra" is another fantastic story. Be it incorporated in soda, or limeade, or as part of a much grander scheme, this duplication is cleaner and brigher that the original, atleast in my eyes.
Sometimes the image is paramount. Like stories your mother tells you, recounting events- always more robust and lively than any real event. Or when the small man who works with you and says little tells you about a movie. It is dynamic and involved, and you see the movie. You realize that the small man propogated those elements from himself and that the movie was unoriginal. Like these lessons in life, so, too, are cherries.
Don't get me started on "bowls."
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