Life is like a fruit basket

Have you ever saw the future and hoped in it only to have it redefined? Sometimes, the future just takes a curve and I don't know why. The divine purpose is clear to someone, but not obvious to me. I wonder if it gets even weirder as we age? I sit in a new leather chair, cushioned bottom and suited to my spinal issues. I type looking for employment. This is a very delicate place for me. The storm has come and I have been swept on shore. Now, somehow, I must find my way back to the waters. To sail, catch the wind and embrace another way. Life is not like a box of chocolates. Life is like a fruit basket. Some apples look good, but there are worms in the core. Some have coconut (I hate coconut), still some fruit in the basic are Texas Orange. They look like Oranges, smell like Oranges, but when you open it up and tast its juices, your get sour, Lemon sour. Ok, a sense of frustration, noted. I missed my boards by 2 questions. So, more money, more time to study, limbo in job and actually doing ok with it. No, I don't believe I'm in denial. I am too old to not know there are speed bumps in the road. Well, not much creativity in this email. Good news is I got a brand new executive chair and did not pay one cent. Oh, the simple pleasures as we age.