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to struggle while seeking perfection

Always there will be times of despair and let down, Always there will be corners cut while idle we sit, always i will strive for the maximum and the glory of the paramount attempt

Always we can see the faults of our desire and the faults of our own vision; especially when we have eyes that have been adjusted so that only perfection is the optical barameter. I have left a life of mediocrity and i have found a life far less than desireable because i still see the faults in my own vision.
This stuggle is the nice blanket- that is cozy and comfy for a while but then upon investigation its not the 800 thread count eqyptian cotton that used to cover me, its not the same soap that was used to clean it, its not the same water or wind or clothes line.

the perfection I seek is the glossy article in the magazine, the article with modern art and historic rustic furniture and the beautiful colors and the nice dog laying in the window.

where is my HOUND

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Crumpet said…
Be Sure if you get a hound get a Crumpet.

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