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.

Telling others how to escape is easier than setting myself free
Was life planned before birth? What did you come here to learn?
If Boston bombing suspect doesn’t have rights, neither do the rest of us
When politicians insist the ‘war on drugs’ is working, they’re just following majoritarian incentives
There’s pain in many faces I see, as reality doesn’t match dreams
How miserable does someone have to be to ‘troll’ a cute dog picture?
I’m losing need to explain myself to those who misunderstand me
Schools’ one-size-fits-all rules are just excuse not to use judgement
These aren’t revolutionaries; they’re nothing but thugs and looters