The grass is greener on the other side? You stand high and look at the beautifully knit nature there, you wish to be there, you rush there: exhausted, its ugly. Yes, the grass is almost always greener on the other side.
I want to become a scientist when I grow up, you said that in your easier days, without even knowing what it takes to be one. When you get closer to the world of that dim childhood dream, the already wearisome site you are in, appeals you: is this worth it? is it this, you really wanna be? isn't that new thing really fascinating? can I really do it? should I switch? Your answers come out sitting in the professed comfort zone.
The point is, looking at the larger picture has always been easy. It is the diminutive assembly that creates the larger picture. We, for obvious reasons, do not have a measurement scheme for those small little things, so we tend to make our initial statements ignoring: what made the grass greener on the other side? After landing up in an office, a list of things-to-do to keep the grass green appears. You either bloom, or wither it. The withering lets you seek a new office, the same questions arise and this repeats until the things-to-do list suits you the best.
Later, a province of grass is allotted. You turn it into a country or grow the fruits of happiness, or smoke the weed off.
when in doubt, find out the larger picture; when confident, deal smaller things.
I want to become a scientist when I grow up, you said that in your easier days, without even knowing what it takes to be one. When you get closer to the world of that dim childhood dream, the already wearisome site you are in, appeals you: is this worth it? is it this, you really wanna be? isn't that new thing really fascinating? can I really do it? should I switch? Your answers come out sitting in the professed comfort zone.
The point is, looking at the larger picture has always been easy. It is the diminutive assembly that creates the larger picture. We, for obvious reasons, do not have a measurement scheme for those small little things, so we tend to make our initial statements ignoring: what made the grass greener on the other side? After landing up in an office, a list of things-to-do to keep the grass green appears. You either bloom, or wither it. The withering lets you seek a new office, the same questions arise and this repeats until the things-to-do list suits you the best.
Later, a province of grass is allotted. You turn it into a country or grow the fruits of happiness, or smoke the weed off.
when in doubt, find out the larger picture; when confident, deal smaller things.
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