unpleasant beauty


what's that smell?

A tree next to my house found a crack in the drain pipes. It grew its thirsty roots deep inside until it was completely blocked. That's when I saw gallons of sewage pour out of a toilet and on to my floor.

It smelled awful.

The plumber told me "That is the smell of money."

I laughed. Then realized how true it was.

  1. This is how a plumber makes a living, by taking care of the necessary unpleasant.
  2. Money stinks, but we all need it.
  3. Just as money feeds me and my family, the sewage fed the tree.

It is worth looking for beauty in the unpleasant.

Keep chasing lights.

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Gunnar

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Gunnar Branson

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