Trouble is things which go away are infinitely more precious than things which are given up on. The reason being, the tougher it is to get something, the more satisfying the experience is. But incidentally, once a threshold is reached at, and I junk it, it ceases to have the priority or the luxury.
Today, I shall then wait for the threshold. It is there, in the offing, close to the treasure, very close.
Oh, when will this day end. Bah!