so i've realized that nothing can exist without some form of maintenance. i know this seems like the most stupid realization in the world but quite honestly it just punched me in my ovaries.
though, some things are very low-maintenance, ala hondas, rosemary, and pet rocks; others are incredibly high-maintenance and have been treated by me on a level playing field with the hondas, rosemary plants and pet rocks of my life.
therefore one must deduce, to make the aforementioned (and lamented), much-needed changes in ones' life, one must constantly maintain the little succulent seedlings of possibility and nurture and coerce them into becoming great big orchards and groves of positive change in ones' life.
aha! eureka! yadda yadda yadda.
adieu,
lu
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