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.

I’m shutting the whole world out, but I’m also waiting to be rescued
‘Duck Dynasty’ just another skirmish in an increasingly stupid culture war
KKK-loving newspaper owner has always been a nut; this isn’t news
Not having someone to hope for differs from pain of missing love
Social creatures: We heal each other, but start dying when alone
What’s the use of love if the one who you love doesn’t need you?
I’m horrified that it’s become so difficult for me to finish a book
What do we prove with huge houses we can’t afford to pay for or even fill?
Heinlein: It’s not just ‘bad luck’ when creative minority is hated