When one thinks of cider the output of that thought often depends on where they are located. If in the United States, you might think of something non-alcoholic that’s a bit like a cloudy apple juice. If you’re nearly anywhere else, you’d be enjoying a sweet alcoholic beverage. That version in these parts is referred to as “hard cider,” and though the apples-only version is technically “soft cider” literally nobody calls it that. As for me, I enjoy both depending on my mood. But really, when it comes to alcohol, I’d much prefer to stick with a dry wine. Those hard ciders are a bit too sweet for my tastes. Actually, even though the alcoholic version is a bit sweeter, the apples chosen are called cider apples because they’re really not good for any other type of consumption. Unlike their more delectable cousins who are referred to as cookers and eaters, these apples were born into a world that has pre-decided they are only fit to be mashed into something boozy. But if we’re talking about a warm drink in cold weather, it’s probably fine any way you can get it!
My mind leaps to wild scenarios at this point. I’m thinking about apples as though they were little children, being told they are either cookers or eaters, or only meant for cider. It’s not terribly different from what we all faced as children. Being told that we should do this or that, or even told that we couldn’t do something at all because it wasn’t meant to be. Maybe we lacked a little of this or that in those qualities that people chose to attribute to success in doing that thing. Or maybe we simply wanted to do something amazing that didn’t fit into the mold of what the adults around us deemed as sensible. So much of the advice from our parents and others was given with the best of intentions. People were only trying to protect us, after all. And I, as a rebellious child, would mostly just shrug them off. I didn’t mind being loved, I just didn’t understand why anyone would want to protect me from possibilities neither of us could foresee. If they were right, nothing really changed, but if I was right, the world shifted slightly, and amazing things could happen.
I grew up then with a pretty simple belief in the end. I believe in the fact that nobody actually really knows the future. So, while we can enjoy all the advice we can get, we can’t let others tell us what to do next. Many times, we can’t even wait for ourselves to get permission. We just have to DO things. Too many times in life, people have felt they were “right’ about not doing something because nothing bad happened. The problem is, nothing new happened, so it’s essentially like nothing really occurred at all. You can’t be successful in doing nothing at all. Success is a term only applied to action. And yeah, the only downside is failure, but I’ve spent my life failing at this or that thing so it’s all rather old hat by now. Maybe in the end, I’m not quite mainstream like those other apples that had the opportunity to become a lovely pie. And I’ve never been happier. Sometimes you have to follow your true destiny no matter what people might say. If you DO, your happiness will be guaranteed, even if, in the end, you’re still just a mug of cider.
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