Forgetting our original oneness, bound tightly in our imaginary separateness, we spend our lives mastered by a specious sense of purpose and value. Endlessly constrained by our habit of individuation, the creature of preference and desire, we continually set one thing against another, until the mischief and misery of choice consume us.
But our true nature is pure and choiceless awareness. We are already and always fulfilled. 'It is easy,' says Ashtavakra. 'You are the clear space of awareness, pure and still, in whom there is no birth, no striving, no "I".'

Thomas Byrom

As Don Iannone puts it in his Conscious Living Journal,
"all things in life are equal".

And consider that the word mischief breaks down like this:
mis-chief.