Fake

Today, I stumbled upon a basket full of luscious fruit. Upon approaching the basket, I determined that the fruit was all plastic as part of an ingenious plan to draw me into it. I quickly grabbed one of the false fruits to examine it more thoroughly. I discovered an alarming fact about the illegitimate fruit. It was not only fake, but also more expensive than real fruit. Puzzled, I began to question why this could ever happen. It may have take a considerable amount of time and thought to fully understand the meaning of all of this. I was puzzled, but then it hit me like a train. We now live in a world that is so based on being fake that we can hardly appreciate what is real. We search for something that is fake more than something that is real. We search for a significant other who looks very great from the outside with little imperfections, but has nothing on the inside. The inside is a empty as the fake fruit I observed. sad, sad, sad...