"It is, I think," Daizi replied, picking idly at blades of grass, "I believe... and you might disagree, that whenever something is difficult for us, it's helpful to examine if it's above our below our threshold of mandatory struggle. Almost everything we do will be hard, even a little bit. There are some things that are difficult, and stressful, and exhausting, but they're worth it, because the result of struggling through it is something more enjoyable and fulfilling than the struggles were painful. And that's below your threshold. Gardening is hard work, but the scent of my flowers, the taste of my fruit, and the satisfaction that my effort created something so lovely means the difficulty is worth it to me. But there are some things where the stress and exhaustion make any potential joys untenable. That's above the threshold. But then," She let some of the plucked grass tumble free, "There are things that are only sometimes worth the struggle, so maybe you don't do them as frequently, or you alter how you do them. And sometimes the thing which used to be below your threshold inches further and further up, so one day you look around and..." She waved a hand, "It doesn't serve you anymore, but you remember when it did, and you've done so much work to get to a place that maybe isn't right after all."
