Imagine that you are a kid at school, and you get your school lunch every day. Every day the lunch lady gives you an apple and an orange, and then tells you not to eat the orange. So every day, you eat your apple, and leave your orange sitting on the tray.
You love apples. Apples are fucking amazing, you love eating them every day. But every day, for weeks, for months, for years, while you're eating that apple, there's an orange right there, inches away, staring you in the face.
You've never tasted an orange before, and you wonder what it's like. Is it as good as an apple? Is it different or the same? Around you, you can see that a few other kids are eating their oranges; they seem to be happy about it. You have a friend who's always going on about how awesome oranges are, how the orange he ate last week was spectacular.
And you love your apple; you really do. But after years of that orange staring you right in the face, of watching other people eat their oranges and love them, you just want to eat the fucking orange and see what all the fuss is about.
- from Reddit