Between heaven and earth is a lonely place and one of frustration as well. The inability of being able to do something that is tangible to the conscious mind can be a bedeviling experience. So many parts of our lives are measured by what we do and what we produce whether it is money or in the pursuit of it. Everyday life makes it difficult to just be and relax. Knowing when to let go when you’ve done what’s humanly possible doesn’t seem to relieve the constant pressure of trying to succeed. The measuring stick never seems to be calibrated in numbers we can be sated with.
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