Meet the master

   From a young age I have studied an ancient art, a form of meditation if you will. Determined each day hone my skills; striving to be the master of this time honored tradition.
   Avoiding distraction proved to be a challenge, but I remained focused on the task at hand.   
   Distraction proved to be a minor hindrance when I started to advance in my studies. A whole new stumbling block appeared before me, family!
   Hiding behind a shroud of concern, family members relentlessly encouraged me to abandon my chosen craft. Doing their best to convince me that it would get me nowhere in life.   
   Despite their continuous "encouragement", I knew that I could reach my goal. Putting all things aside I pursued the perfection of this art with reckless abandon. School became simply pointless; not providing any  necessary skills required to reach my goal. Work conflicted with my pursuit to such an extent that it became counterproductive for me to continue both. Work had to go.
   I knew this skill; if applied correctly, would provide for me in the future. I had visions of how, when I obtained my goal I would be served like royalty. Never having to do a thing to fulfil my wants, no responsibility, just basking in the greatness of what I had achieved.
   Years passed and I grew in my abilities, until one day I met my nemesis.
   Possessing a set of skills equal to my own; only in the opposing art form, this adversary presented my greatest challenge yet. At every turn I found myself applying the necessary maneuvers to overcome this new opponent, but to no avail.
   I was losing and I knew it. I did my best to fight off the advance of this foe, but they were steadily destroying all I had learned up to this point. I found myself at a crossroads. Do I continue to fight a losing battle or do I put my pride away and give in to what has proven itself to be a superior way of life?
   Now it's eight years later and my nemesis has become my master. I have learned the ways of the master, but have not yet reached the level of mastery I had obtained in my former discipline. If the master has her way, I will surpass all who have come before me.
   Well time to go train, in fact I can hear her calling; "honey, this laundry is not going to fold itself!"
   Oh well, I guess I just wasn't destined to be a master of the art of laziness...... well not yet at least!