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.

Being disconnected from love as close to hell as we’ll find on Earth
Goodbye, Amelia (2000-2013)
Time and maturity have changed
Sharing mundane details of life is underrated joy of loving someone
Can a free society tolerate intrusions into details of ‘The Lives of Others’?
Mom of out-of-control teen thug must share blame for ugly arrest
My need to make others perfect reflects my fear I’m not in control
Which side should we take in Syria? Let’s just mind our own business
I hate the intense pain, but I don’t know how to live without longing