In the Core of a Juicy Apple

It is a peaceful night. It is what I have been yearning for all day. I decided to end it with a nice warm bath. I hopped out of the shower and felt both thirsty and hungry. 'No, Nicole,' I thought, 'do not eat something that you will regret eating. Just have some water and you will feel fine.'

I drank some. I was no longer thirsty, yet still hungry. I walked to the fridge, peered inside, rattled around with a few plates and shut its doors. I then proceeded to walk to the cupboard. Cheese and biscuits did not entice me enough. So I chose an apple.

This certain apple came from a bunch that we have bought from our local grocery store. I have never had apples this tasty in my life. They are large in size, and rich in both flavour and moisture.  The one pictured above is the second one that I have had today. The first one, I cut up prior to eating it, de-coring it, and that is the way that I usually approach the consumption of apples. But tonight, I decided to stray from the usual.

Mid-crunching into this superb apple, just when I trusted consuming the rest of it without looking at it, a strange taste interrupted the delicious sweetness that my tongue had gotten itself accustomed to and acquainted with. A strange, bitter taste that was not pleasing to my tastebuds at all. I looked away from my computer screen, and dared to look down, and to no surprise at all, I saw what I had anticipated. This apple was too good to be true.

The one time today that I do not cut an apple prior to eating it, I bite into the nest of a worm. A little white worm, equally as juicy looking as the apple itself. My teeth, ravenous intruders to its sanctity in a naturally-sweet space, hungry for more of its surroundings. This is probably the sixth time this year that this has happened to me, that instead of de-coring an apple, I bite into it only to find myself intruding on a worm's personal space. Thankfully though, this time I did not take half of the worm with a bite of its home like I did the other six times.

Now, I do not only regret eating at all tonight, but I regret choosing something healthy instead of something destructive. I have learnt, for the seventh time, that in the core of a juicy apple waits a white worm equally as juicy.

The Crazy Ones

"Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. 

The troublemakers. 

The round pegs in the square holes.

The ones who see things differently. 

They’re not fond of rules. 

And they have no respect for the status quo. 

You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.

About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. 

Because they change things. 

They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create.

 They inspire. 

They push the human race forward. 

The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do."

Crazy: insane, deranged, mad, manifested in wild behaviour. 'Crazy' is a word mostly seen in a negative aspect, but why is that so? Why can't crazy be a good thing?

I saw the movie 'Jobs' today, and at the very end, Steve Jobs says the above quote, and it got to me. Now, while this quote originated from a form of advertising campaign to do with Apple, it influenced me nonetheless, even though I am not an inspirational programmer or whatnot. It influenced me in the sense that, I, as a future job-holder of some sort in the education sector, no matter how crazy I seem or how much of an outcast I am, have the power to influence change, not exactly to the world, but change to a much smaller group of people, which could ultimately be a change to the educative world.

I, along with all of the other 'crazy ones' out there, must accept ourselves as the crazy ones, and see it as a good thing rather than a bad thing. We may indeed be 'mis-fits', but maybe our goal is not to fit the status quo mould, instead form our own moulds. Not one, many. Many to accomodate the large amount of assorted sorts of misfits. Because we do not fit under the 'misfit' globe alone, we fit under many, depending on our interests and hobbies and talents and skills. This is an opportunity for us to combine, mend, and thrive in our differences.

My thought processes are different to the status-quo's. So is my vision of the world and my way of operating. Mostly, I am seen as a lazy person because I am perceived in that way, physically - I do not partake in many physical endeavours unless it is blatantly necessary, and I do not contribute to the economy, because I am yet to have a job. However, I am mentally active, and a potential near-future contributor to the literary world. Thus, I am not at all that useless. How could Shakespeare have written all of those one-hundred and ninety-five grand literary pieces if he had worked at a convenience store? How about if he had worked at a petrol station? Well, not many.

Perhaps when I find myself in the world, and the mould in which I'll comfortably fit, I will influence change. Perhaps I am even doing it now. I know that I inspire many of my relatives, and they are beginning to see my artistic talents and creativity, such as my facepainting skills and traditional art skills. Art in different forms, too. And some peers have been inspired by my character alone, and my writing. I suppose then I already am a crazy one who has inspired some. And though inspiring some is not seen as a lot, it is definitely a beginning to the instillment of a purpose. 

After all, what is a life lived if it is lived without a purpose? Be crazy, and thus purposeful. If you do not fit with who you are trying to fit in with now, find others to fit in with. But do not give up. Being crazy is a good thing. So is being a misfit. Embrace it, fellow crazy ones.



                                                                                                                                                                                         
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