Life is like fixing a string of Christmas lights.
No matter how much energy one puts into trying to be ahead, it never works.
No matter how many times one fixes the same problem, one has to keep fixing it each year, and in addition to all the old problems, there are always new ones, some of which are practically impossible to fix.
The result is always easier for others to appreciate.
It takes so much time and hardly seems worth it, though there can also be something that makes one suddenly glad for the effort.
As do all things, it has an end, sometimes good, sometimes not.
While one is doing it there are the small pleasures—or perhaps more accurately reliefs—of bringing light to something that hardly seems to be of any value.
And sometimes you just want to throw it out the window.
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