Someone's been eating my parsley. Harrumph.
I went out with clippers to cut my parsley harvest and make delicious parsley pesto, but all i have is a few sprigs. Who's been eating it? Deer? Groundhogs? Squirrels?
Wah! I wanted parsley, but i didn't get it.
The Buddha warns us about being separated from that which we love. This is one form of dukkha, also called stress or suffering. Or one teacher translates it as "Bummer!"
I'm bummed out that "my" parsley has disappeared. Oh, right. This is what happens when we are attached to results.
One result is no parsley pesto.