I'm pretty sure this is a metaphor for something

For the past few weeks, I've been looking at the blackberries in my backyard. They are delicious and tasty, but because the whole patch is also very brambleful, I have not had very many. And I regret it whenever I look at them. Finally today I decided to go pick a bunch. They were very tasty, but the numerous bloodied scratches I got make me feel that it wasn't necessarily worth it, so I regret that too.

Tomorrow I do not know whether I will pick more berries, or just stare at them, but I imagine that I will be dissatisfied either way.