I removed an old pot from a plant last week
and looked at the roots
winding in on themselves an a dense thick spiral
choking, strangling each-other
in a futile attempt to find new soil or new
places to grow.
root bound.
and naturally I saw the plant as a metaphor
for life.
old ways
old views
old habits
and the psyche forever chasing its tail.
the views get more entrenched
the ideas get more extreme
the beliefs become more certain
and its all because of the frame of reference.
(which is no more real than anyone else's)
the answer of course
to any feelings of anger
boredom
frustration
resentment
unhappiness
is to do something new.
cut some of those strangling roots
and get a bigger pot.
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