monotonous
fiction
edward w pritchard
There is a certain monotony to life that drives one to change even when change is not always for the better.
We have our needs which when satisfied do not appease us; our wants multiply and we get into trouble as our discontents lead us down a short road to trouble and misery.
A successful sales man prospects, closes the sale gets referrals and repeats to a prosperous life. It's not enough, soon he is envious of the richer and famous and is driven to and caught in the act of embezzling from the community fund that he oversees.
A school teacher helps dozens of children year after year learn to read and learn their sums until driven by boredom to request transfer to high school and gets tripped up fantasizing on the pre-legals.
A spouse hears secret distant Rachmaninoff piano music and longs for the grass across the other side of the local hill and becomes pathetically enmeshed in an unseemly miasma.
Bloom where you are planted and accept the role the maker has assigned you to. Things could be a lot worse and no one can dis-tangle what was once straight and wholesome.
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