Stuff keeps piling up. Builds and builds and builds, until it has a life of its own. Nothing is ever going to be good enough. Nothing is ever going to be bright enough. But it’s all an illusion. There are no absolutes, everything is a wash, then you are gone. So better make the most of it. You can’t get something for nothing. Accept the present so you can change. Accept the guts and harness your internal fortitude.