The fruit, or the pluck?

'The Forbidden fruit' - the apple that was never meant to be eaten .. or was!

Remember a friend talk about the forbidden fruit syndrome some time ago. Seemed, too pessimistic a view to acknowledge, and appreciate. But, lately .. seems more reasonable than ever!

A forbidden fruit definitely tastes sweeter, the rebel inside makes it so i guess ..

A parallel line of thought, in the same ball park, says that its the hunt that is the whole point and not what is being hunted. Is it true? I have been confused over this, a long time ... denying the whole conjecture, but no longer .. the hunt should go on, forever!

Something to run after, something to stalk .. goals .. dreams .. passions. 'Coz when you got it .. u just got it, how much longer can u lick the ice-cream?

Its a never ending urge to look for something new, something harder .. at the end only the pic remains .. nostalgia is something u can fallback to, not live with ..