Imagine looking the part
But feeling like dirt?
Being served the greatest meal of your life
And yet immediately losing your appetite?
Having reached the summit
But having no eyes for the view?
Imagine experiencing great victory
And breathtaking loss
All in one day
So that you’re never quite able
To fully embrace either?
Imagine your ducks finally lining up
But your emotions scattering,
And feeling like you have no right
To feel the way you do?
Imagine being split
Right down the middle
Where you’re savoring your greatest opportunity
Being at grips with your deepest discontent?
Are incredibly hard to please-
Somehow getting everything you ever wanted
Yet never quite getting
What you really want.
You have sown much, and harvested little. You eat, but you never have enough; you drink, but you never have your fill. You clothe yourselves, but no one is warm. And he who earns wages does so to put them into a bag with holes.