I think maybe I’ve been doing life wrong. I somehow got it into my head that the measure of success was…success, itself. Without really realizing it consciously, I allowed aspirations of fame and fortune and acceptance and love to become my primary motivation. Somewhere along the way I became more concerned with how I could move up some made-up socio-economic ladder. How to make more “x” so I could buy more “y” and therefore feel more “z”…it’s all just so arbitrary.
Walking home late tonight from a long day with a good friend, I suddenly remembered that none of this matters. No amount of fame or fortune will make any difference or make me happier as a person. I remember, vaguely, that there was a time when I was truly happy. It had nothing to do with status or wealth or even receiving love from others. Although those things are certainly enjoyable, happiness depends more on what you DON’T have. The cycle of stress that stems from material desires, a definition of success that requires an ever-increasing amount of personal belongings and accolades and responsibilities. The need for validation from others. But what for? What’s the point? [Read more…] about I’ve been Doing Life Wrong