Cherry picking

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     I decided I needed a break from life for a moment.  All I needed was a small moment to myself to think about the random thoughts that kept distracting me from reality. They were banging on the door wanting answers.
     I grabbed a bag of freshly picked cherries from the refrigerator and stepped outside. It was a windy day and the grass was warm from the late afternoon sun. The old swing hanging from two middle-aged trees hummed, rocking in the wind. I sat in the old wooden swing and looked into the sky, slowing searching for a cherry in the the box. Before eating the ripened Cherry, I inspected it for any imperfections that I would like. I realized that's what we do as a society. We inspect individuals for imperfections, things we find different or uncommon. With those who have imperfections are thrown away, disliked. Why do we do this? Why do we pick which person gets to be normal and which person gets to be ugly? The truth is all of us have imperfections, things we dislike, things we find ugly, or not normal. I know you have heard it before. But if we all know it, then why do we still point it out, or "throw them away"? If that's what we are going to do then everyone would be thrown away. So then that makes us the same.
     I took the cherry that was in my hand, I had cleaned them before hand so I knew all of them were clean. They were all the same. I didn't inspect anymore cherries for scratches or a small spot I didn't think was right.
     I ate the cherry, because it was the same as the ones without imperfections.

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