I have a long history of running away from the things I need the most. I used to assume I was the only one who engaged in this ritual of self-sabotage, but I’ve discovered that plenty of others do it, too — standing on the brink of achieving what they need and then pushing it away. Why do some of us do that?
I’ve talked before about how fear keeps most of us from doing the things we want to try, but I’ve also talked about how we can overcome fear to become the people we want to be. What is it that keeps so many of us confused about what’s important in life? Why do so many people end up stumbling through life aimlessly, with no apparent purpose other than to get finished with it?
It seems to me that many people are confused about the purpose of their lives. They’re either trying to live materialistic lives by other people’s standards or else they’ve ended up somewhat nihilistic, feeling that life has no purpose or meaning. Both approaches are missing the point of living, in my view.
I’m thinking about this for an odd reason. I watched a documentary about King Tut Sunday afternoon, and it left me thinking about the meaning of life.
When doubt awakens me at dawn, my world can seem a lonely place
Can I talk myself into not wanting great things I fear I’ll never have?
Envy drives hatred for wealthy, but I want to earn my riches
What if we’ve completely missed the point of loving other people?
Would you be glad or ashamed if others could read your thoughts?
Does your life feel wasted so far? Maybe your best is yet to come
Visit from his dead parents shook father’s disbelief in supernatural
Learning to be an emotional man helped me to overcome numb past