The worst thing in the entire world is when you’re sweeping a big pile of dirt into a dustpan and it leaves that little coke line of grit behind. No matter how you position your pan or your broom and no matter how many times you sweep over it your outcome cannot change. As immovable as fate. I hate it so
That’s the thing about growth, the things that used to captivate you - no longer interest you. You start to formulate love and passion for things that the “old you” would’ve once overlooked.
