Respectfully disagreeing with Forrest Gump’s “box of chocolates,” simile, I believe life is more like a banana.
From its very appearance, its use is not evident. Depending on the banana’s stage of development, (from firm and green, to dark and mushy), one might wonder: “Is it a giant seed? A tool? A weapon?” Even when it has been determined something in a food group, questions might be raised as to whether it is a horribly disfigured melon; maybe a gourd? But, no. Despite its overall ambiguous appearance, the banana is a fruit. (Kudos to the first monkey that figured that one out!)
So it is with life. The very process takes us through the birth canal, leading to a brighter, (albeit drier) conduit, which gives the impression life is one long, tunnel after another. We feel we are staying the same, just navigating our way to the next section or module, oblivious to changes we undergo along the way.
I realize the previous paragraph sounds more like I am comparing life to a hamster’s habitrail. On the contrary, that was simply my example of how our initial impression of life is so misleading. It is like looking at a banana for the very first time, with no clue what it is – UNTIL we see someone eating it. Aha! That thing is food!
Likewise, that is how life is learned, if indeed, it really is ever truly learned or understood. We observe others living, and find our way through our own winding tunnels – best case scenario, breaking completely out of the habitrail.
Back to the banana. Just as in life, there is that initial challenge of cracking open that tough outer skin, to access the tasty fruit. Sadly, the strongest resemblance between life and the banana: The all too brief shelf life.
A banana is only really delightful for maybe two days, at best. Sorry – I don’t know the correlation between human and banana years.
I do know when green, the banana’s protective peeling is impenetrable, and the fruit inedible. Conversely, if you miss its prime (the firm, sunshine yellow stage, when it’s deliciously delectable), it deteriorates into a dark, mushy mess. At that point, its only viable use is to be combined with other ingredients for banana nut bread or muffins. Otherwise, the blemished, old banana is discarded.
The moral to this story: Life is short. Make the most of your banana while it is still appealing. (Yes, bad pun definitely intended.)
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