Stomach plenitude with hunger is an intricate complex; it feels like chewing Jelly Belly without realizing it's a Jalapeño bean, neither spitting or swallowing seems to be a better option than another.
There's a Chinese saying that expresses this situation. It's about taming a tiger, which is supposed to be a pride since it shows how brave and skillful that person is. Yet while enjoying the the sense of fulfillment on top of the tiger, the tamer suddenly realized oh fuck he couldn't get himself out. Meanwhile, no panic or unsteadiness should be revealed by any of his moves. Yes he's stuck, he's stuck in the dilemma of keep riding on the tiger or to get off yet, elegantly and safely.
I wonder how many times a person needs to encounter for situation like this before getting capable of distinguishing the priority for scheduling life? Even if one option was chosen doesn't make the other one a loser, does it?
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