For the past three years, I have kept a constant supply of Jelly Belly jellybeans sitting on my desk. Shortly after my arrival, I found a special blue dish and the rest is history. Forty flavors available to any and everyone that want to stop by. Usually, the takers are individuals who have a meeting with me or in my office. However, there are the courageous ones who stop by just to have a few!
I am often asked if I eat them all the time. The simple answer is no, however when I do I really do! I know my favorites by sight as well as those that I intensely detest. The in-betweens are usually lying there until the last; the dull colors and flavors languishing until there are no other choices available. I wonder how long I will continue this, probably until the stores runs out of a supply.
Nobody can eat just one. A tangerine will usually lead to an orange sherbet. A raspberry will put you right in line for a casual cinnamon. I carry a fear because of the ease when you start of consuming handfuls and automatic situation that follows when you will find yourself fighting a cold or sore throat within a few days.
Slides from pleasure to sickness or disaster are common in my life. Things that are unhealthy or selfish usually feel, taste, and seem good. As one grows away from your mother's wings, it is easy to build a habit of pleasure. The small things are always the best! Walks on the wild side while things I value remain untouched. An indulgence every once in awhile, no one will ever notice. It is easy to believe that getting ahead, making the team, and winning the game are always good things.
Solomon cut to the real story. “The lips of a seductive women are oh so sweet, her soft words are oh so smooth. But it won't be long before she's gravel in your mouth, a pain in your gut, a wound in your heart.” (Proverbs 5.3,4)