So which one?

You know those times when there is something you truly want but life hands you the opposite? This scenario is mind-blowing in its regular occurrence for me, but if you let yourself go, and give yourself the chance, it is something that is amusing.

Why? I mean I wanted pomegranates and I got oranges. Delicious in their own right but not as infinitely gratifying as the sweet and luscious feel of pomegranates. The colour in itself draws your eye and elicits a powerful love affair. How do you toss the oranges back in the fruit basket, without bruising them and making them sour? How do you politely reject something that sees itself as capable of making you happy?

You know it won’t. It can’t. Not only because you have consciously chosen to deny it that belief but because oranges remind you of something ordinary and normal. And that is something you don’t want to possess. Pomegranates though; there is something you can see yourself sinking your teeth in. There is something forbidden about them, and it is this that you wish to explore. The seeds will make it hard to swallow and their seasonal appearance creates a rarity which makes them that much more desirable. We are inevitably drawn to what is the “unsafe route.” Pomegranates are messy and oranges are simple. But simplicity will not make your heart race and neither will it wholly satisfy you. So as much as oranges are safe, pomegranates are simply that. Pomegranates.