I go to my fridge, hoping that there might be something to eat. I was hungry, and my mother wouldn’t be home for another hour. I opened the doors to find a nearly empty fridge. Aside from some tea, cheese, bread, and various condiments, there wasn’t much (I also had a grilled cheese earlier that day). At the end of the fridge I spot a package of applesauce, a crate like formation with two on the top and two on the bottom. I try to take the one on the bottom, since most of it was showing already, but as I try to rip it out, I tear two of them free and one falls to the ground. Trying not to be rude, I decide to eat the one I dropped, thankful that it wasn’t nearly as badly damaged as I expected. I go to get a spoon, but then a thought hits me: I don’t need a spoon, I can just drink it right? So I did, I tore off the lid and went to work. At first, it was a little difficult as I realized that I needed to lick it up as it wasn’t a cup of actual apple juice. As I licked up more and more, the farther away the applesauce got. So I decide to tip it up to my face and let the globby substance roll onto my tongue, which it did, very slowly. When it my tongue, I realized something: applesauce is really good. Now you may think I would’ve thought that ages ago, but because I waited for it to come to me instead of shoving it in my face with a spoon, it tasted a whole lot better. As every glob of applesauce slid onto my tongue, the harder and longer it took for me to receive my delicious reward. With that, the more impatient I got. So eventually I had a decision to make: slop it up and get messy, or admit defeat and get a spoon. I chose option three: don’t even eat it. Crazy right? Although…I just set it down next to me, and I’ve been eyeing it for the past five sentences…ok I just tried it. Couldn’t help it, but unfortunately, even my best technique (slapping the back and trying to be patient) only got me a few dribbles. Now the last remains of the cup are sitting there…mocking me. I’m driven nearly insane looking at it. I tried to pick it up and wait, wait for the last few drops to come down. I was looking straight at it through my glasses like I was saying “Come on, do it. Come to papa.” As it reached the rim of my cup a stretched my tongue to collect the last remains. Although I didn’t see it, I felt as the gradual fall of delicious apple juice slid onto my tongue. Reminiscing on the past I realized that the applesauce, although still incredibly good (especially now that I got the cinnamon kind), didn’t come off as vibrant. As if, it had gone away too soon, or I had gotten used to its taste too quickly. I was saddened at the thought and put the cup beside me again. It had occurred to me that if I wanted anymore of it’s sweetness, as much as it didn’t seem good to me anymore, I would indeed…need a spoon. But no! I will not succumb to this childish belief that we must use simple things to get what we want. The best way to appreciate something is to work for it and be patient! Only then will it be the best of rewards! So I go up to the trash can and throw my remains of sweetness away. Saddened yet again by the separation of my pleasure. It was then that it occurred to me: there are three more cups in the fridge, waiting for someone to give them their purpose in life: slowly eating them up with a delicious and pleasurable appetite for something surprisingly sweet and delectable.
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