Why All the Jelly Ganache?

If life is like a box of chocolates, then lately, all I've gotten is the the bad assortment of the jelly, fruit-filled variety. The kind that leaves a sorrowful, icky aftertaste of regret. Where's the smooth refined harmony of dark sweetness and subtle bitterness that leaves you looking forward to more? Such encounters of elegant balance are far and few in between these days. I can only hope the pre-packaged assortment of Walt Whitmans from Wal-greens never makes another showing. But how can we then appreciate and hope for better? It does make you sick to your stomach though, especially when you don't have a map for what's next.