Discontent is the Mother of Unfolding (poem)

I was unhappy,
while doing research,
with my growth of ego.

I was frustrated,
while working in industry,
with my working against deadlines.

I was disgusted,
while teaching in University,
with my expected spoon feeding.

Now I feel peace,
while writing in alignment,
with my honest Self unfolding.

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Aum Tat Sat