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.

Sudden realization of hunger for taste of kindred soul is killing me
Brutal truth is that we will never be able to fix all of world’s evils
Dirty little secret: Politicians have incentive to whip up your fears
Want to really understand someone? Visit the places that shaped his past
Home is just a dream that some among us are still searching for
If you’ve gotten on the wrong bus, nothing changes until you get off
Pop culture creates overgrown kids in adult bodies who won’t grow up
Door in my dream keeps trying to take me to the life I’ve needed
Openly gay people in U.S. military? So what? I have no objections