Passion

We were at a local park, and while I tried to take more than five consecutive steps on my slackline without slipping, my best friend, B, was lying belly-up in the grass, musing to no one in particular about the miracle of capillary action.  To give a bit of context, he spent the last year working on a research project funded by NASA, the aim of which being to grow lettuce on the ISS.  As he would say, he needed only to build synthetic root systems, and everything else would just fall into place. 

We are strong and we can do this, let’s be different.

Why is it so hard to drop the bad habits or addictions we know are bad for us? Why do we hold on to the material things instead of infinite feelings and emotions from loved ones?