The crates are pulled in, brimming with fresh produce. Bursting with colour and life, in all shapes and sizes.
Yet, instead of the pristine displays in brightly-lit supermarkets, they are here.
These are the rejects, tossed aside because of visual imperfections or oversupply.
Perfectly edible, perfectly nutritious. But somehow, still not good enough for our plates.
When outward beauty becomes the only standard, we lose true sight.
Perhaps the same can be said about life, people, and places we find ourselves in.
How often do we judge, or accord value, based only on what we see?
