A defining moment

One ordinary day at home I decided to have a banana for a snack. Peeling it sparked an epiphany about life that made me a better person. It was a comparison of me to the simplicity of peeling the banana, which was no different to what virtually all of us do. I have a daily awareness now without concentrating on the experience.

I would like to think that when success comes from the patent pending technology’s performance in commerce it wouldn’t change my persona; I don’t know. But, having the broader perspective on life, I feel confident that I won’t change. It’s also because I want my legacy to testify of my contribution to the United States especially being a better place at my death than it was at my birth. (Ref: Renaissance in Corporate America.)

Needless to say, virtually every time I even pick up a banana it triggers the memory of that experience. I would like to share it with you. If it affects you to any degree, seeing or peeling a banana is likely to be a reminder of what life really is and is not.

The lesson

A banana is recognized by its hull. The quality of the fruit is judged by its appearance: not ripe enough, just right, too ripe, or beginning to decay.

If the banana falls to the ground, the hull would shield the meat from collecting dirt particles that would make it uneatable. The hull also protects the meat from the air, which would cause it to turn brown.

Your hull would consist of your assets, profession, social status, and education. Just as a banana is judged by its hull, you are judged by your’s.

You should not feel over confident by what comprises your hull. It CANNOT stop accidents, diseases, or bad circumstances, neither can it guarantee fulfillment.

Peeled banana

The news media occasionally gives heartbreaking reports of celebrities facing dire circumstances and/or suffering from illnesses that prove to be terminal. But, nothing that defines them can help.

Just as it happens to them it could happen to you and me. It’s that one second [00:00:01] in a day that could instantly turn our lives in completely different directions. It could peel away our hulls quicker than we peel bananas. What remains would be the “The real YOU/ME”: fragile and virtually helpless; no control over situations.

That would prove that life truly DOES NOT consist only of the abundance of things that one possesses. It would also prove what a person truly is in comparison to the perception that her/his hull gives others: nothing more than a mere person that like everyone else experiences life’s vicissitudes, ages, die, and decays.

You undoubtedly have insurances on your personal possessions to protect yourself against financial loss incase of fire, accident, theft, vandalism, and natural disasters. You likely have health insurances so that you incur no financial losses from the cost of doctor visits, hospital bills, prescriptions, and other cost for health care. If you have a family, you would have life insurances to guarantee their financial security after your demises.

Paying the monthly premiums is what guarantees the coverage specified in policies. Making the payments may require making some sacrifices: fewer new clothes, less dining out, smaller house and car, and etc.  Whatever sacrifices necessary to have the monthly payments you make willingly because of the returns.

The question is, what assurance would you have for making the right decision when facing crucial issues, such as deciding on the treatment for a potentially terminal medical diagnosis, handling personal conflicts, dealing with family crisis, critical business matters, and etc? Such instances are when it’s not uncommon to hear people refer to dependency on higher powers for guidance.

Virtually all of us have to navigate matters that are to big for us to handle alone. They may be relative to personal issues, a spouse, children, parent, or friend. As for me, the basis of my conviction for navigating life is defined in Scientific Reasoning: the Catalyst for Evidence.

The reality check

The experience reminded me of a poem I heard a few years ago: “The Dash Poem”. The author, Linda Ellis, recites it on YouTube:

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My dash must be comprised of more than me making money. Otherwise, I would personify the cliche by the unknown who said, “he who lives to make money dies poorly”: just a “blip” in time with no memorial for having lived.

Amongst the content of my dash are living out my Spiritual convictions, having success (as defined by Ralph Waldo Emerson), and pursuing my object for Renaissance in Corporate America.


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