Low Hanging Fruit
The man will pick the low hanging fruit. All the while yearning for the apple that sparkles at the top of the tree, so much harder to get. He will work towards it, but in the meantime, he will convince himself he needs to eat, and fill his lusts with the easy meal.
All the while the apple starves at the top, not willing to lower herself to the same standards. At least she will be pretty and skinny in her famine?
And when the man finally gets there, all his indiscretions, everything he claims he had to do to survive, must all be forgotten in celebration of his triumph of finally having gotten to the top. To where he will tell you he always wanted to be... but he did what he had to, he will say. And you will smile, and you will give him your everything... but in your core, you will never forget watching him having gorged himself on what was easy, available and hurtful to watch. But it wont matter will it? You will give him your all anyways. You kept yourself there, you kept yourself strong, so maybe it is you who was wrong in being so much effort in the first place.
Not sure what this means, or to which analogy you relate, or to what meanings you take from it, as I see many lessons within. All I know is my heart had to say it. Before it would let me sleep.