Condensing The Essence or Just Rotting

I'm hoping this comes out making some kind of sense. I have been trying to conceive of what a life would look like if by some matter of making choices, one could choose to inhabit, in a sense, the positive and constructive happenings in life.  And maybe also, by some method, one could deny the inhabitation of misery. Maybe it could be like one of those plants that faces the sun.  There would still be a dark side, but. I'm thinking of the results of choices.

Extremely tangentially, I was thinking of a kind of yellow apple that I like, probably just Golden Delicious.  Sometimes when they get old they just rot.  They get mushy and inedible.

But sometimes, one will sort of dry out a little, the skin with turn a handsome brownish color on one side, it will tighten a bit and become much much sweeter because it concentates its sugar but does not rot. This apple will eventually die too, if I don't eat it.  But its existence will be better all told and we will love it a lot more.

Maybe that apple with the nice brown blush was thinking of the sun all along.

Still working on it!🍏

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