What A Curse

I thought driving for UPS would be so cool.

Then I delivered flowers, and grew weary of the monotonous short jaunts around town; so then concluded ~ 

  "What a curse" 

  When I was in the Army all the young officers hungered to command, it was considered the consummate job for a leader.  Once selected for company command I discovered the confining demands of higher headquarters were so constraining that it was no fun at all, in fact, I surmised;

it was a curse. 

  I used to think long haul truck drivers had the best; they saw the great unknown, the frontier.

Then I drove across the expansive nothingness that fills much of this country and concluded;

"What a curse" 

  I had conjured; web design would be such a cool profession to express creative artistic talents. Then I cooperated in the building of web page. As the indecision piled on capricious changes the chaos was  overwhelming the stated intent, I was deflated as it slowly drove me crazy, I finally deduced;

  "What a curse" 

  I loved being outside, watering my lawn, contemplating the big questions concerning the world in Toto. I found my relaxing moments compelled me to ponder landscaping as a routine, that'd be cool to do full time.  Until one day a sinkhole in my yard demanded me dig several days in the hot summer sun, it exhausted me. I though, to do that all the time?

  it would be a curse. 

  When I began painting the inside of my house, I found it rewarding and satisfying to see the progress of my effort. So I thought how cool that'd it be to do for a living. By the fourth room I was convinced if convicts had to do this as punishment for breaking the law, crime would stop;

  a definite curse. 

  When I gave myself away to fantasy, be it occupation, or any endeavor, even loving, I discovered I fabricated with the hopes of only the best of all things. I would relish the idea because the situation appeared to possess attributes I found desirable. Only when I sampled did I discover the real and actual conditions I so early found perfect.  Excellence is wrought from those disappointments. 

 I eventually learned perfections is fleeting and never obtained; rather find quality in the moment and make it shine as if the best dream were present.  When that happens, as I allow myself freedom from expectations for perfection, the curse of delusion 

disappears