Ah…Life! The bumpiest journey one could ever take. It is a route littered with Reindeers, blind corners and bottomless potholes. One that takes you over steep hills and very low valleys.
It is a very interesting journey!
For me, life has been inclusive of both bad and good apples from the beginning. My body is marked with both physical and emotional scars from my past. Life for me has been a continuous case of making the best of what I am given.
Life was not designed to be all good, and we fail to realize this on our paths to never ending happiness. It is a maze filled with so many conflicting turns that you can never predict what is coming up next. You have to be ready for the unexpected, and when it comes, learn to respect and accept that this is life.
The taste of a bad apple is one that is foul, mushy and unpleasant. This is contradicted by the taste of a good apple that is firm, juicy and sweet. Very much like life. As a child growing up in the island of Jamaica I often dreamt of leaving my small farming community to bigger things. It was a place covered with dense greenery and an open farm on every corner. A place where the biggest event that happened was the usual community gossip and the introduction of a wind turbine field. However, it provided the nurturing I needed to understand that life was not meant to be perfect.
I had instances as a child in which I went to bed hungry, got laughed at and teased for the outdated and unmeasured attire I could afford for school and got told by a family member that I would never amount to anything good. I remember nights when I would go to bed crying and praying to the universe wondering why my life had to be like this. Why was I handed these bad apples?
But, as I grew older and wiser, I realized that my past of very bad apples prepared me for my future of very good ones. I have since then moved to the US, started businesses, fulfill lifelong dreams, and been provided with great opportunities. My life still has the occasional bad apple that pops up every now and then, but I appreciate them, because they made me grateful for the good ones.
Have you ever tasted a bad apple?