Metaphor

Imagine someone gives you a colorful gift bag with tissue paper spilling out the sides. You excitedly dip your hand in and unwrap a beautiful red pen that seems as if it's sculpted to fit your hand. You've never imagined something so simple could bring you such enjoyment.

You then throw the gift bag in the trash. You give the pen a prominent spot on your desk and derive great pleasure from writing with it every day.

Unbeknownst to you, there was another item in the gift bag. It was a rich leather bound journal embossed with your initials. There's a little spot inside that would house your gorgeous pen. The pages are smooth to the touch, just waiting for your thoughts.

You never find out about the journal because you never dig into the gift bag. You settle for what is immediately available to you on the surface.

How does that make you feel?