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.

My ego threatens to take over when I whisper, ‘I deserve better’
Some of us don’t seem ‘wired up’ to stay sane working for others
Time for anger? Dissent is good, but ask what the dissenters stand for
How do you suppose invention of ‘truth machine’ would affect you?
Dead things must be cleared away before rebirth has chance to come
What are the odds that gambling improves your economic future?
Life-threatening accident for child puts my tiny problems into context
As nightmares plague my friends, I’m grateful mine have subsided