Perfection

per·fec·tion/pərˈfekSH(ə)n/noun

  1. the condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects.” the satiny perfection of her skin”
    • a person or thing perceived as the embodiment of perfection.”I am told that she is perfection itself” synonyms:the ideal, a paragon, the ne plus ultra, a nonpareil, the crème de la crème, the last word, the ultimate, the best; More
    • the action or process of improving something until it is faultless or as faultless as possible.” among the key tasks was the perfection of new mechanisms of economic management”synonyms:improvement, betterment, refinement,  refining, honing”the perfection of her technique”

Is there such a thing or is it something we’re programmed to attempt that is unattainable? From my experience neither. All of my suffering and emotional pain is the result of my resistance to what is.

So let’s take that apart. Everything is exactly the way it is supposed to be right now. All the energy I expend attempting to manage, people, my expectations, how I am going to do this or that and what the results will be is wasted, will cause increased emotional discomfort and could more wisely be used paying attention to what is. Which is, in my humble opinion, perfect.

I have been fashioned in such a way that I am in the current circumstances best able to be of maximum service to my brothers and sisters on the pilgrimage to satisfaction with the way things are. Everything I have experienced and am experiencing is allowing me to learn and share my gifts to all that have reason to be here.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it 🙂

I am so Sorry

To who am I speaking? Myself I guess, or to the one to whom I assigned the impossible task to relieve my insatiable appetite. This is an extension to or an update to When Enough isn’t

I  have just recently arrived at the notion that, what I really am after is not what is consuming my thinking mind’s desire. I know from experience that, as soon as my objective is achieved the result will disappoint or the feeling I hoped would be captured does not occur. What I really want is the relief, from the craving, inner peas…lol  I do make an error in what I think will quell the desire.

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My ego insists that I must have what can never ultimately be possessed. Is it ironic that ego (self) and wanting to possess (covet) are features of human nature we are told to turn away from?

The anticipation is what I am addicted to. The projected outcome, which never happens, is that which consumes me.

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It is truly corrosive to my peas. So, please accept my apology. I cannot say that it will never happen again, because I am, after all, Human

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