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.

Pursuit of perfection leaves me feeling shame when I’m flawed
My love of ‘fur friends’ stems from the callousness I saw in my father
Today’s kids learning they should fear police, not respect them
What makes good science fiction? Aya Katz and I discuss ‘Podkayne’
Top secret weapon for homeland security: the ‘Sno-Cone’ machine
Would life be better without news? Maybe it’s all just distracting trivia
A haunting question: ‘Where is love now, out here in the dark?’
Sad, but true: Neither Ron Paul nor any libertarian has chance to win
Ethnic Indian wins Miss America? Who cares? The bigots seem upset