The stories we tell ourselves
about what life
is,
does,
means,
will make our hearts
or break our hearts.
The choice,
I suppose,
is ours.
Make, break
or both, sometimes.
If only the answer were simple.
Then again…
what is simple?
Today.
What a beautiful choice.
There is no doubt about it.
A pineapple is,
and always will be,
a pineapple.
It does not look like a peach.
It does not feel like a peach, or taste like a peach.
If you want a peach, pick a peach.
Unless of course you prefer pineapple,
in which case,
you know what to do.
Life.
Always just another day
in the fruit bowl.
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