I stood on the ground and looked up. There on the highest branch out on the furthest reach of the tree was the juiciest peach I have ever seen. My mouth watered as I looked upon it. Apparently, I was not the only one spying the peach. There were several who were telling one another that they would get that peach standing nearby to me. Some were jumping, some were climbing on boxes, yet, no one was getting very close. I did not see a way that any could obtain the fruit. Yet, there they waited in anticipation. Every time the wind would blow the peach would sway and its worshippers would begin drooling anew. They struck me as a cartoonish version of Penelope’s suitors; all gathered waiting for the fruit to magically fall into their hands, when they had no business believing that. Fortunately for them, there was no Odysseus returning to slay them, either.
What they all saw was a delicious fruit they could not obtain. They thought it was a tragedy. What I saw was a beautiful fruit that may rot on the tree, and that was the tragedy in my mind. So, up the tree I went.
“You realize that that branch will never support your weight! You’ll come crashing down!” came from an unidentified suitor.
“Yes.” I did realize it. But I no longer was attempting to get possession of the peach. I had made a bigger decision.
I climbed to the very top of the tree, branches groaning in agony under my weight. As I got closer and closer to the top, the entire tree began to sway, as if to warn me that if I go out on that small limb I will surely rip the branch off entirely and plummet towards an unforgiving ground, whipped by angry tree limbs along the way. I heard the warning and put my hands upon the branch anyways.
I slowly applied my weight to the branch and felt it bending under my grip. Slowly but steadily I applied more pressure. The branch began to complain that I was hurting it. I slowed the pressure and kept steadily adding more. I heard a cheer from the ground and knew I had completed my work. I had lowered the peach to where someone else could pick it. Slowly, I released the pressure upon the branch. I smiled to myself and thought, “Goodbye Penelope. I am sorry about the anticlimax. No vengeance, no arrows through the heart, no spears in the eye sockets. Just the effects of gravity and a chubby dude.”
As I turned to climb down I saw a marvel. Dozens of juicy peaches were there in the tree hidden from ground view. By helping another I had inadvertently helped myself. Now came the task of selecting the one to eat. I thought of the one on the end of the branch and smiled. Somewhere here was another as beautiful, and I will study them until I find it. Or, maybe I will begin picking them and tossing them down to the frustrated suitors who are sadly watching one lucky man eat Penelope. When the right one is in my hand, I will know what to do. Sounds like a happy ending to me.
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"I, the author, have absolutely no idea what this means as it was simply a stream of consciousness thingy and in no way represents anything happening in the real world. Except the part about me being a hero in my own mind."
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Very good. The story and the metaphore. Is the syllable count off in L9?
So you like peaches huh?
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Amera♥
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You left out one word: applied -- go look where
This sounds to me like applied psychology. 
I wish I were Penelope. But then, I do not fall into laps, hmmmmmmm?
Love
Always Myra
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Wel, well, well... you have sent me on a wild goose chase. I found the word applied used not only once, but twice! Should it have been thrice?
Applied psychology? Nothing so archaic, I assure you. What I do is to psychology as a tornado is to passing gas. Make the subconscious conscious and someone will change? Not likely. Knowledge is nearly useless in the hands of academicians. Forge new neural pathways by drawing from existing ones and buried instinctual ones? Now, that's much more effective, but requires knowledge of a kind unavailable to academics called enlightenment.
As for you being Penelope? Bwahahaha! You jest, Myra. You would never remain passive, clinging to the vine. You would drop and roll a thousand miles to find the one YOU chose, leaving a trail of hungry souls watching and dreaming.
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Is there somewhere else?
Besides your own head I mean? After all, what do you have in your head, knowledege of the pyramids and machu pichu atlantis, and the images desribing all the strange formations, that The Hubble telescope has seen. All that lives in your head to. So holding the position of hero in there ain't so bad!
xxoo
dk
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Is there somewhere else?
Well, there's your head... I'd much rather be a hero there. Thanks for weighing in.
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I loved it!
I thought it was fun and interesting, it mades prefect sense to me. The peach can be almost erotic if you think about it. The can symbolize a woman about how people go crazy for the one woman that they can't have.But,that's just what I got from it; I could be wrong LOL!
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I loved it.
Um... well, yeah. I think. Ha ha ha.
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