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.
How would we see the gang war in Texas if the faces had been black?
From hole I’ve fallen into today, world is a very alienating place
If you can’t change your life story, that narrative will become destiny
Banning access to guns won’t prevent the evil in human hearts
Latest shutdown means most papers where I worked are gone
Trust and spontaneous order don’t require heavy hand of the state
All sides rushing to assign blame in theater shootings only leads to error