Apple's story

Once upon a time there was a young man called Apple. He came from a long line of unsuccessful, unremarkable men. He himself was quite unremarkable, though he wouldn't have thought himself so. He rather claimed himself to be special. Inwardly at least anyway. Outwardly, to the world he was indeed, unremarkable. Quite forgettable really. And yet, he was not so far out of touch with reality that some part of him suspected that he was beginning to fade. The young man was turning 50, and he was beginning to wonder. And tire. Was he ever going to amount to anything? Did life begin at 50?

He knew that life began every day. But how fresh did it begin? It began with yesterday's baggage. Try as he might, the baggage did not get any lighter. Indeed, he felt it become heavier. And with it, his wife's constant refrain that he was not good enough. Not doing enough. Not being enough.

Are you being enough? Asked the Koi. And Apple answered silently, to himself. I am lost. Quite lost. I wish that God would find me. But he won't until I find Him. One way is this - be grateful. Have gratitude for anything, let it live in your heart, and very soon, you will feel as if you belong in this world.