Must we constantly improve?

Is self-improvement the same as growth?

Can anything grow without rest or dormancy?

Perhaps our striving, grasping, imperfect selves can experiment with being satisfied, even content, with what is.

I took the first photo on the Willamette River waterfront, where I finally got to see the cherry blossoms at their peak. I snapped the second photo because I liked how my shadow stretched out into the street.