Gathering Oranges

My husband and I are in the local supermarket, shopping for groceries. I’m leaning on the trolley, trying to stay out of the way and my hubby is off collecting veggies for our stash.

I start observing my surroundings and basically begin to people watch. I notice how intriguing it is to actually observe people doing their modern day version of “gathering”. A tall, slender, beard clad man rummages through the monolith pile of oranges. I see him pick one up, examine it and either put it back if it doesn’t look, smell or feel right, or, place it in the plastic bag he has in his other hand. As I watched his process, an insight hit me. He’d approached this mound of oranges as it was the only trestle in the store with oranges, right?. As in, he’d chosen this particular supermarket, and to be fair may not have even been thinking about oranges till he saw them sitting there. He wasn’t thinking of who’d already been to the oranges, which oranges they’d taken, or about the quality of the oranges that had already been claimed. He’d have arrived thinking, “Right, oranges, need those! Let’s see if I can’t pick the best in the pack.” Or something to that effect.

It got me thinking about his behavior on a wider scale. About how this behavior plays out in our psychology.

Let’s use all the oranges that are picked at any given season an analogy for what’s possible in life. Given that anything is possible, let’s imagine that those oranges were picked in every condition that an orange can be picked at any given harvest. Fully grown, immature, untarnished, damaged, genetically modified, organic… you get my drift. Somewhere along the process, they get assessed, some get taken home for the farmer to enjoy, others get thrown out for not being up to standard, some get sent to location A for this reason, some to location B for that reason, the list goes on and on. Eventually, after who knows what kind of rigorous (or flippant) decision making, there is a pile of oranges that end up on a trestle, with a beard clad man standing over them, choosing his pick of the litter.


By this stage, the number of oranges left to be chosen from has diminished markedly. Yet this man is relating to them (out of sheer convenience I’d assume) as his only option for oranges! Is this how we relate to our lives and what we think is possible?

Did we at some point start off with an abundant supply of oranges, an anything is possible mindset, and as other people handled certain ideas, notions and beliefs, did they then create a hive mind understanding of those concepts? And if so, were these predetermined concepts then handed down to us and presented (as a mound of oranges if you are to use the analogy) in such a way that entailed: “this is how it is and inside of that level of understanding, you have option A, B or C (or D, or E etc.). What would you like to go with?”

Now, to expand back from oranges to human nature, have we all just become a product of others beliefs about what is possible? If so, do we even know who these people are? How would we feel if we did know? Do we really understand that the whole harvest is available to us? Or are we just so used to accepting what’s in front of us, comfortable, convenient or easy as the only path available? Caring to think on such a shallow level that we can look at a mound of oranges in the supermarket and be satisfied with our options? Not to mention, we then end up feeling completely unsatisfied because we are convinced that we are choosing wisely, meanwhile our higher self is quietly going insane and knocking on our soul’s door, daring us to remember that there is more to life than meets the eye… that the whole harvest is what we could be going for. What our hearts are calling for. What’s truly possible…


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