Upon first look, what fouler sight is there than a ripe raisin? It is littered with wrinkles and reeks of dryness, with its pale brown complexion that’s far from appealing. It’s meager size offer no enticement and its texture is bound to repulse anyone who touches it.
But this is all a guise. Breaking through the thin surface, barely millimeters in size, will release the true grandeur of the raisin. Within seconds, you are enveloped in the sweet taste far contrasting from it’s appearance.
As I write this post, I throw in a couple of raisins into my mouth. A wild thought of mine suggested that it would make writing this article far more genuine and authentic. Another part of me wanted to “live” what I was typing away on my laptop. The last part of me wanted to reaffirm that raisins are indeed sweet (they are, excuse me while I get some more).
It’s beautiful how a simple object such as a raisin can mean so much more. For some people its just a fruit, not something to analyze and ruminate about, and assign magnificent meanings behind. Though, it feels as if it would wrong not too. The devious disguise of the raisin is so powerful if we change our perspectives to see it as so. We can shape our friends, our family, our society, and our world from it, if we open our eyes and transcend our usual interpretations.
How in the world are you making these connections, you might be asking. You might be also wondering whether this post was inspired from indulging in a fine glass of wine just now. Not true—though being intoxicated might improve my writing. I’ll give it a try. Not now though, only when I’m 21. Or maybe tomorrow.
On a serious note, it seems that often times the world is focused by what we see, not by what things are truly are. In high school the currency of gaining respect and affection is the clothes that someone wears or the genetic lottery that someone has won. We subconsciously find that our level of our easiness in airports is dictated by the garments people wear, or the facial hair people keep. Our impressions are based off the pigmentation of skin and the scale of the eyes and the dead cells that manifest themselves on top of heads and the stature of the body. And because of this, we look but do not really see.
So many of the issues we face are not from the fact we cannot coexist—they are from the fact that we cannot understand why we cannot coexist. Our eyes are something we rely on to figure things that are invisible. Latent indications of character, personality, and motives are acknowledged in a moment with our sense of infallible vision.
Let’s move our gazes to that fruit that has shriveled beside us. What does that small object have to offer? With one glance we dismiss it.
Throw aside your eyes, and venture out and take one for yourself.
One clench of the jaw and you will have realized that you have been robbed.
For the raisin is only sweet to those that go beyond.
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