The story of a raspberry

Ever pick raspberries? 

Picking raspberries is like living life.
Pick one at a time, lest you squash the berries.  
The good ones get the sun.
The best ones are hidden, undisturbed. 

Most berries should be picked one at a time. 
But especially raspberries.  

Just like life.  You should only live one day at a time. 

Yet, we rush from place to place.  Rush to check off one more box on the list.  
Before tomorrow.  
Eating while driving; driving while calling.   
Texting incessantly while sweating wild on the treadmill.  

We curse at slow drivers.  
Run yellow lights.
Pick the shortest line at grocery stores. 
Pride multi-tasking as civilization.  

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Picking raspberries is now my task.
All things with raspberries, in fact, have become my tasks.  

What I now admire most about living, 
I learn from a raspberry.