Stop Looking Out For The Finish
Line It Doesn't Exist
Will I ever arrive? If I do, what does it look like?
Money, happiness, sustainability? It’s no secret that everyone wants a better life. It’s a non-stop pursuit. I fantasize about the castle I constructed in the sky of dreams. It’s not an easy climb, but people reminded me never to take my eyes off the much-coveted path. Armed with will and determination, I joined the race. Not because I wanted it that much, but because everyone else said I should.
There are days I crash. It’s easy to fall into dissatisfaction. I often wonder about the different kaleidoscopic versions of my life that could exist. Despite knowing there are no certainties, isn’t it funny that we always want what we don’t have? And it’s times like these I ask myself the question again: Will I ever arrive?
The vision is for an appointed time, they say. So I exercise patience and wait for its fulfillment. I labor and build, holding on to the image floating across the foreverland of ambiguities. The further I go, the higher my expectations rise. The bigger my dreams grow, the steeper the slope that leads to the mountaintop. The longing for a better prospect left me exhausted and frustrated.
Everyone is broadcasting their accomplishments, enjoying the fruits of their labor. They look ecstatically happier — everyone except me. I am constantly reaching out for something else, detesting the version of life I had built. Happiness seems so far out of reach.
We would do well to find happiness right where we are rather than obsessing over where we’re going. Let’s not compare ourselves with the best parts of someone else’s lives. Regardless of how it seems, the grass is rarely greener on the other side.
— Esther George, Purposefullifenow.com