It brings me continuity and reminds me that life, no matter how often you take care and plan and prune and use natural remedies (like salt rings, vinegar and prayers) to rid yourself of pests, is often like the bruised and twirling remnants of the apples...worm-hole ridden, mushy-messy, chaotic piles of compost.
This doesn't mean you should throw everything away or leave the golden fruit of your life to rot where it has fallen. On the contrary...take a moment, find some gloves and get in there. Brush things off, wash and soak, and then lovingly cut and peel away the parts that have served you, but you no longer want to ingest.
Sometimes, you may feeI the need to gouge and dig away mercilessly until only the smallest perfect layer remains. I, on the other hand, meticulously cut as little as possible--I tend to forgive and make due by adding honey and spice (literally to my applesauce, but also figuratively to my relationships) to the collection in the pot.
We are all different and on our own journey of creating sustenance and joy in our lives, so the final recipe we use may be different.
However, what remains the same for all is the need to face our issues (friends and family who suck away at your goodness like worms, wallowing where you have landed in the damp earth of regret like the apples tossed from the tree during a storm, or withering away from lack of resources or holding yourself too far up and away from others who want to help) sooner than later so we can create a meal that will feed us and our unique lives...one sweet and sour bite at a time.
Don't waste time--enjoy the harvest when it comes where you are.