“what do i want out of my life?”
this is the question i ask myself, almost every day.
and every day, the answer is the same: better.
reading this you might think that perhaps my life is in dire straits, maybe i am financially unstable, maybe i have too many broken relationships, maybe i have a terminal illness and i am searching for meaning. it is none of those things; i have everything i have worked for, and many things have been given to me. yet, i can’t shake the feeling that i need to do more and be more.
when i tell people that, they often tell me to look at the laundry list of achievements and be grateful. other people tell me that i am ambitious, that i should be more content and happy. my thought, in response to that, is to wonder: when did we begin to equate gratitude with complacency? When did ambitious become unhappy?
you can want more things, be grateful for what you have, and experience happiness, simultaneously.
in fact, you should.