Afterlife of Apples

Today as I was roaming about the kitchen, I stopped in front of the refrigerator and began rummaging through the fruit drawer. Now, you must know that I get attached to things really easily and I care about everything. Moving along, I looked through trying to find something to eat, when a mark on an apple separated itself from the rest. An outcast among the crowd, if you will. I began to relate in ways to the apple and felt sorry that its bruises wearing dragging it down and preventing it from reaching a fulfilled life. I, in some ways, related this to my own life in the sense that I have flaws that prevent me from reaching my full potential; dark spots in my life that bring me down and make me different from others. As I pondered deeply on this, I began to feel sorry for the apple, as silly as that may seem, and thought to ease it from its pain. It was rather smushy and bruised, but I loved it nonetheless. It was still an apple and that was enough in my mind. Now, as I look upon the event now, I see that indeed, it was just an apple. A fruit. A measly little speck in the every minute of my life which is a measly speck in comparison to the world. Yet I though about it, really gave it the time of day. The apple helped me realize life lessons I would not have realized otherwise. Just because someone had quirks and flaws doesn't mean they deserve any less. Thinking about such subjects over a mere apple seems silly now, but it was really just going the extra mile and respecting minute things like that. Furthermore, no. I did not eat the apple. Instead, I decided to ease it of its pain and my mom of her worries. Normally my mom finds all the crusty and moldy food in the fridge. The festering and rotting fruit that she has to take care of really doesn't please her at all. I decided to do a teeny act of kindness and clean out that portion of the fridge, I took out each injured piece of fruit, respectfully, and wished it a nice afterlife as I placed it into the garbage bin. Relieving my mom of the job and the apples of their misery, I felt great. I guess that is the outcome of helping someone. You always feel helped as well. A gift for both the giver and the receiver. So, to conclude, an apple is a small and often overlooked fruit, but when I took the time and traveled a bit farther, I came to the conclusion that spending time on something never turns out wrong. The smallest things make the difference, and even if it was something as much as thinking of an apple and biding it farewell to a pleasant afterlife, it counts as a change. In mindset. In attitude. And in life.