The Right Apple...

Part of my morning routine is my mid-morning snack. Most days, it's an apple, typically of the red delicious variety, although this time of year it's equally likely to be a Macintosh - it depends on whether or not we make it out apple-picking at the local orchard or not. (Side note: BabyGirl G likes to point out that she doesn't go apple-picking, she goes apple-eating...)

I like apples. They're good for you, low-calorie, and tasty. Sometimes you get one that's a little mushy; sometimes it's a bit underripe and tart; sometimes bland. But every once in a while, the apple is perfect. It's sweet, succulent, and every bite is a sapid delight. Those are the apples to cherish. They're few and far between, but when you find one, there's nothing to do but enjoy every last morsel.

The trick, though, is to not get caught up in the search for that apple. Don't make the experience hinge on finding just the right apple; rather, let it happen on its own. Quite often we get so caught up in having to have the perfect apple that we ignore other, equally perfect ones along the way; even worse, the entire experience is soured by the inability to achieve that perfection every time.

Rather, let it happen. Do not search, but merely enjoy the perfection when you find it.

That is (existentially) all.