slices of heaven

It is delectably amusing how different a fresh mango is to a dried mango. Two things of the same origin, yet can be absolutely different. It is fascinating how temperature and humidity can manifest something into a completely different form. It is exactly how I feel of ME now and then - when I was full of spirit and eagerness. Not saying that it was better then, or that I am wiser now. They are simply different. The same ME, but not exactly the same. I was fresh and full of sweet aroma, now I am chewy and rich with texture, taste, as well as more durable. Then, I had a healthy, strong skin protecting my essence. Now, I am naked. My substance is without protection, but it is okay. It doesn’t need to be protected. It is strong enough on its own. Durable on its own. Then, I was just like a fresh mango. Now I am a dried mango, still full of taste but with a different character. Two of the same thing, yet completely different. However, the essence remains the same — sweet, healthy and full of delights.