When I was young, I wanted to be great. I wanted to be important, successful and powerful. I wanted to be put onto a pedestal, where I could get the adulation and approval I craved.
I wouldn’t have put it that way then, of course. I just thought I wanted the things my culture presented as normal goals for someone like me. (I understand now the degree to which being raised by a narcissistic father left me craving approval and attention.)
As I’ve gotten more emotionally healthy and psychologically mature, I’ve been surprised to find out that my desires in life have changed. It’s not that I’ve “given up.” It’s not that I’m settling for something easy after failing to achieve things I wanted.
My desires today are healthier and far more likely to make me happy. You see, I want to be ordinary. I want to be a good man. I want to be kind and loving and content with the joy of living an ordinary human life.
But I’ve recently discovered a fascinating paradox. As an ordinary man, I won’t have the things this world and our culture have always promised me. I won’t have wealth or power or adulation. But it turns out that the people who gain what the world and our culture promise won’t have what I have.
They won’t have the peace and contentment and joy of a man who’s living a simple and ordinary life.

Third parties aren’t any better than two parties if they anoint rulers
Effort to boot unethical congressman laudable, but will it really help?
Am I betraying the truth if I don’t preach to the converted each day?
If you want life outside of hatred, get away from political cesspool
In denial? Isn’t it time to accept that elections won’t change anything?
Genetics, culture work together to drive us to pursue what we want
My drive to be perfect led to lack of compassion for self and others
Shame of not being perfect comes with every new thing I try to do
Prohibition was disaster with alcohol, still a disaster with other drugs