I wanted to be in the jam jar, for it seemed like the pinnacle of success and achievement. The allure of being a part of something grand and significant drew me in, fueling my determination to give my all to reach that coveted spot.

I could feel the weight of the world on my shoulders as I strived to fix what was broken, knowing that I had to be the best version of myself to stand a chance. The sun’s warmth, the wind’s whispers, the moon’s guidance, and the rain’s nurturing drops all played a part in shaping my journey. Every element of nature seemed to conspire to push me forward.

I pushed myself to the limit, utilizing every resource at my disposal. I poured my heart and soul into this endeavor, ignoring the cost and the toll it might take. It was all worth it, I told myself, just to be among the chosen ones in that coveted jam jar.

Yet, amidst the frenzy of chasing my dream, a nagging thought crept in—what made this jar so special? Why did I believe that being a part of it defined success? I realized that in the grand scheme of things, it was just one of many identical jars, produced from the same mould, each holding the same sweet contents.

As I got closer to my goal, doubts and uncertainties seeped into my consciousness. The confined space of the jar’s glass walls and lid loomed before me, making me question if I truly wanted to be limited and confined within its constraints. I feared the possibility of being forgotten on a shelf or becoming nothing more than a collection of mould in a confined space.

In that moment of reflection, I realized that my pursuit had become misplaced. I had been striving to be the best for the wrong reasons, allowing the allure of the jam jar to overshadow my true dreams. I needed to break free from the preconceived notions of what constituted success and question whether the jar was the end goal I truly desired.

My heart yearned for more than just being remembered as an empty jar on a shelf. I craved a life of meaning, a journey of fulfilment that extended beyond the confinements of a jar. It was time to redefine my aspirations and embrace the freedom of chasing dreams that were true to my essence.

So, I made a decision—to chart a new course, one where I wouldn’t be constrained by anyone’s expectations but my own. I’d pursue dreams that ignited the fire within me, ones that allowed me to soar to new heights, unrestricted by the boundaries of a jar.

No longer fixated on the jam jar’s allure, I embraced the courage to follow my heart’s compass. As I set forth on this uncharted path, I felt a newfound sense of liberation, knowing that true success lay not in being confined within a jar, but in being authentic to myself and my dreams.

The journey ahead might be uncertain, but it was a journey of self-discovery, growth, and fulfilment. I was ready to venture beyond the limitations of the jar, spreading my wings to explore the vast horizons that awaited me.

“Believe in yourself. You are braver than you think, more talented than you know, and capable of more than you imagine.”

― Roy T. Bennett

First, I had to be part of a fruit tree on this place called Earth; then it depended on nature in what form I would appear in this world, whether through a leaf, a twig, or a fruit. In the happiest case, I got to be the fruit, but I knew that in whatever form I appeared, I represented only an infinitely small part of a whole. For many, I was totally indifferent; whether I existed or not, in whatever form I was, didn’t matter to them.

I chose to embrace the favourable case and aimed to be the fruit that reached the highest achievement and ended up in the jam jar. First, I tried to identify myself in one of the following situations:

I was a special fruit, the most beautiful, biggest, and ripest, but that didn’t guarantee me a safe place in the jam jar. Due to easily attracting attention, I could get sacrificed before reaching my full potential, realizing later that my haste cost me the coveted spot on the shelf.

I was the prized and dry fruit, seemingly insignificant to anyone, with no one caring if I existed or not. Yet, by chance, I ended up in the jam jar. Though I gave a bitter taste, my insignificance led to a quick replacement with a sweeter alternative.

I was a big, shiny, splendid fruit, but my core was lacking; I couldn’t deceive anyone. As soon as I was cut, contempt would be expressed for me, and I would end up in the first trash can.

I was a common fruit, with nothing special, but my purpose was to give life to a fruitful tree even more towering than the one in which I grew up. Indirectly, I would end up in the jam jar, but my lack of personality left me feeling unfulfilled.

I was a good fruit, free of worms, but I shied away from the limelight, choosing to stay hidden behind others. In my self-imposed anonymity, I would shine in the dark but ultimately rot without anyone ever knowing.

Lastly, I was a fruit that was born rotten, without hope, and I accepted my fate without daring to dream of ever making it to the jam jar.

“Don’t let others tell you what you can’t do. Don’t let the limitations of others limit your vision. If you can remove your self-doubt and believe in yourself, you can achieve what you never thought possible.”

― Roy T. Bennett

If I found myself in any of these situations, I would probably still try my best to fix what was broken, all in pursuit of getting into that jam jar. I would yearn for everyone’s attention—the sun, the wind, the moon, and the rain—all helping me reach my goal. I’d exhaust all my resources, pouring everything I had into this endeavour. But perhaps, in the end, I’d forget why it was so crucial to be there.

I might even manage to achieve my desired goal and end up in that much-wanted jar of sweetness. But in the grand scheme of things, was it truly significant? The jar was just one of countless identical ones, all mass-produced from a mould. Moreover, being confined within the glass walls and the lid, I’d risk being forgotten on a shelf or, even worse, starting to gather mould.

My efforts to be better would be in vain because, within a jar with a lid, I wouldn’t succeed in becoming any better. I’d need to consider if my pursuit aligned with my true dreams or if it would only restrict my wings and confine me like a prisoner in that jar. Though reaching the top may seem great, if I only aspired to be a memory of an empty jar placed on a shelf for a new season, my dream would no longer hold meaning.

So, I’d ask myself: Did I truly want to be in the jam jar? Or should I dare to seek a path that would allow me to spread my wings freely and embrace the fullness of my dreams beyond the confines of a jar?

“Whenever you want to achieve something, keep your eyes open, concentrate and make sure you know exactly what it is you want. No one can hit their target with their eyes closed.”

― Paulo Coelho

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