I used to watch good people and pity them. they were so careful with others, so deliberate in their kindness, and it went unrewarded every time. the cruel ones got the promotions, the clever ones took their ideas. the world seemed designed to punish goodness and reward the exact opposite. that was all there was to it, it was a law, as immutable as anything i could observe.
Until enough time passed, maybe five years, maybe ten, and i check back in, and the clever cruel ones are sitting in some kitchen alone, looking old. and the good ones walk into a room and you can feel everybody soften. they didn't win anything you can measure, but people are glad they're alive. and no amount of success has ever replicated that. and it made me realize i didn't understand what fruit meant. i was looking for the wrong crop