You catch just a glimpse of someone high above you, dancing on the jagged rim, clad only in airy silks
While you plod far below across a rocky mud field with a bulky and uncomfortable rucksack on your back. You hear a voice - "Come! Join me!" from above.
Grimly you shout back, "I can't! This pack is way too heavy for me to climb up there!"Clearly you hear the soft reply - "So take it off and come!"
Somehow I need to learn this one lesson over and over again - we carry our pain and suffering with us, and cling tigher to our burden when someone suggests that we discard it.
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