While so many others reap the benefits of life with what *I* would call unrestrained ease, I... despite pushing myself, have failed to produce not the sweet sappy (most desirable) pomegranite, or even the common easy to grow bananna.. I have not even produced a sprout. I've noticed that I have the same level of success when I place myself forward, or kick back and wait.
I must wait. I must cross my arms and wait for someone to find me.