It's funny to me how cleaning my life compares to cleaning a 50 meter pool. First you drain it, getting rid of all the obvious crap and impurities, and a suction is created by the drainage, using momentum to carry some less than obvious shit away in the chaos, but once the pool is drained the majority of the way, further work needs to be done. We must sweep and scrape and coax the dirt to leave... as stubborn as it may be.
And yet still a bit of water remains, and the more we sweep, the more the crap keeps coming to the surface...
We can coax and trick and tempt, but in the end, maybe we just come to terms with the last bit of remaining sediment and carry on?
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