Irreversible life

So I just really need to say something about apples.
I am fine with naturally green and red apples.
But there’s something about green apples that are supposed to be red.
Think about it: They grow on one mother tree together with their fellow apples.
The apples they know, the apples they’re used to.
They will fall off someday, but that’s okay because then they have enjoyed what they were able to enjoy!
No. Not if someone is gonna rip them off, before they even could get used to their own being! Before they could even get red, before they could even grow up!
Then they get packed into some ugly looking plastic boxes.
That’s right. Not wood like their mother tree. Plastic.
With apples they don’t even know. Apples that didn’t have the chance to grow red as well!
It’s like putting uncertain and confused children that don’t know each other into an ugly pedo-box.
It’s not okay.

And this is why I always feel sorry for green apples in plastic boxes.
I needed to say this.


Das habe ich auf einer anderen internet seite gefunden, ist nicht von mir, ich wollte es euch aber trotzdem zeigen, weil ich grinsen musste und doch was wahres drin steckt ;)