He jumped in the brambles and looked for the ripest berry that was a sweet blood red.
The berry he found wasnt the ripest. Nor was it the redest. But it was his for he had discovered it... And was happy even among the thorns.
Hours passed as he sat admiring his accomplishment thinking the berry in hand was all that mattered in the world, the smoothness of its skin resting on his naked palm. The ray of sunlight that made its way through the thickery and bounced off the radiant red, was all too mesmerizing.
Alas when he finally took a bite he realized it was sweet, but not as sweet as he thought it would be. Trying to get out of the brambles tugging on a heavy heart was yet another task. And when he got out his years were spent wondering if the momentary delight of discovery was worth the decades spent in pulling out the thorns.
