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i am an apple I am a bright green apple. My skin is smooth and shines. I do not have a blemish. I am a fruit sublime. There is no better apple. I have the crunchiest bite. My flesh is firm and crispy. My juices ooze delight. But if you don’t like apples I will not be your pick. No matter how I try to please I’ll only make you sick. For you want a banana, That’s yellow, long and bent, To peel and mash inside your mouth, Your pleasure heaven sent.
No matter how I try So let me be an apple. |
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the doctor's thoughts ......... This is not a poem about fruit! This is a poem about people. People are all different and the sooner we accept and appreciate ourselves as we are, and appreciate our own unique qualities, the sooner we can live a successful life. And yet how often do we see people who are really apples trying desperately to be a banana because someone they love happens to like bananas. No matter how hard they try to be a banana, they need to accept and appreciate that they are an apple. Trying to be other than what we really are to please someone else is always a mistake. Even if you are able to maintain the facade for a while, it costs you a lot of energy to keep up the pretence. I have watched people live their whole life this way and it is incredibly draining. In contrast, living an authentic life, true to yourself, undefended, without pretence is incredibly freeing and far more effortless, enjoyable and successful way to live.
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