This is out of the reverie of my nighttime reflections (that's sort of redundant, I know.)
Why do I eat lemons?
I eat lemons out of habit. To me, there is a something pure and honest in that first sour taste; like a hidden truth that cuts you and then is gone. Lemons are the most delicious fruit whereas coconut is the most disgusting—syrupy sugar.
I am a truth-seeker. Truth comes in all forms. I study the veins of a caterpillar, the bark on a tree trunk, and the ripples of the water on a lake. I listen for whispers of wind and singing of crickets. But most of all, I read. I read books were life is simple, uncomplicated, and truth is that good always conquers evil. That is not how real life is. Some days this fictitious truth disgusts me because it is so far-fetched. Other days I bask in the light of imaginary worlds.
Truth-seeking is not a hobby or a pastime—it is my life. In a world where confusion clamors at the walls of magistrates' houses and black and white fade to grey, I need to grasp truth. Not the overplayed clichés that haunt every student's English essay, but real, deep understandings of life.
That is why I eat lemons.
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