"The essence of unhappiness is having a set of moral standards and not living up to them." -Jung Some chest sized bell was struck in the shrine of my mind with this sentiment. Largely, I’m sure, because of the struggles I’ve been having this week. If my fine pursuits are five trees that function as – or are intended to function as – focal points in the shrine/garden of my mind, I think there is a war being waged underground by roots and in the canopy by branches. Perhaps at one point these plants were joined into one singular focus and perhaps they will be again (with effort). I am doubtful they were ever joined in full health – relationships regularly unfed. Maybe. Regardless, there is conflict now and my sunshine and my water are to blame for the allocation of resources these trees are leveraging.
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