fleeting thoughts....

There are reddish-brown wild berries in the backyard of our building. a cherry red that i had only seen on TV...i was drawn instinctively and plucked that bunch of berries. may be the force applied in plucking the berries was way too much and they ruptured flat in my palm, leaving it red and wet and sticky. i began to dissect my pre-plucking thoughts...why did i go and pull that berry-bunch? Accepted, that they looked tempting, but im wiser than to eat up such wild things. And they were too beautiful glistening ruby-red globules to be left alone even if plucked, however even soft normal touch ruptured them. All said and said, the present status was that these pretty things were destroyed, i destroyed them.Their beauty and life lay in being on its plant. So, i guess no matter how irresistable we might find certain things, we should keep hands to ourselves otherwise we are left with skeletons of beauty and red sticky hands.