It reminds me that everyone is not so different, that we all doubt our path in life, and we all wish that we could be ‘like someone else,’ assuming they have it easier and undermining our own strength and resourcefulness.
And most interesting thing about this phenomenon: We are embarrassed to share this self-doubt with the world and form the necessary support group we all want.
Why is there a social stigma against people who feel like they need some guidance in their life? We see the stigma reflected in societal embarrassment of self-help books, life coaches, psychics, and therapy. Maybe if we all confided in one another more often, like on a daily basis, to understand that what we are feeling is not abnormal then we could eradicate these stigmata.
People should be proud that their self-improvement and growth is so important to them that they feel the need to seek advice. The person who feels they know it all and wishes to ostracize themselves from other people may actually be ignoring a powerful truth: There is a sort of contagion in certainty, meaning that when others can reach a state of absolute certainty then we too can feel more certain that we have all the necessary resources, attributes, and skills to accomplish our life’s goals.
As social creatures, we naturally need each other for reassurance. So let’s start sharing our thoughts, concerns, and doubts without shame.
We all have these rare, fleeting moments. The ones where absolutely EVERYTHING around you looks beautiful and perfect the way it is. You send love to everything and everyone you pass. You stop in the mirror and, instead of critiquing your reflection, you simply look into your own eyes and profess gratitude that you are you. You are here. You valuable. And you are impossibly beautiful in every sense of the word.
Those moments feel like magic. When you are in them, it feels natural (“Why don’t I always feel this way? It’s so obvious my life is beautiful the way it is.”). Then later, when you allow your socialized pessimism to parasitically invade, you believe you were dumb to think that magic was real (“I was just delusional. It’s time to wake up”).
BUT, then something incredible happens: You experience another magic moment and you are convinced like before that perfection is all around you. The more you have those moments, the more centered in reality, not fantasy, they feel. The pessimism fades over time. A life of embracing these moments, I presume, is the kind of peace you find in many old people. The world is different for them because the lure of those magic moments have consumed them. Permanently.
This is what I like to call, Gravitational Gratitude. The moments have an intrinsically amble force that pulls you into the light and away from learned pessimism. They give you security. They remind you of your interconnectedness with the internal and external world because they ground you. You are your own planet and the Sun is the all that is around you. Its pull is magnetic and gives you life.
In these moments you are the impartial observer (you don’t see imperfections as connoting negativity because everything is neutral) and thank the world for being the way it is, in this moment, RIGHT NOW.
By changing the meaning of what’s around you, you realize that nothing is inherently flawed and all animate and inanimate life is intrinsically perfect. Your utopia exists in this moment. You are certain you could die happy.
A lesson I’m learning to be true, the secret to eternal happiness: It is impossible to be afraid, upset, or unsatisfied when you feel GRATITUDE for all that is, isn’t, and will be.
Try it yourself: Imagine a nuclear bomb is dropping to end your world and destroy all the people in your life. Now, in your minds eye, turn to those people and gaze at them in a lens of love. Feel how lucky you are to have spent your life with them, learned from their presence. Feel how safe they make you feel when you see them in this loving light. Thank them and everything around you that you value and feel the gratitude for having been given the chance to live even a moment of your life with these people, these things, and these experiences. Do you still feel afraid of your impending death? Most likely not.
Gratitude is love. Love is strength. Strength is certainty. And certainty invincibility.
Nothing can bring you down when you embody a state of gratitude. Truly nothing.
When you feel those next moments of utter gratitude for all the is, isn’t, and will be, let them consume you. Embody it so they are no longer rare, fleeting moments you let fade with time but a state of being in which you live your life.
Sometimes, when I am confronted with a challenge, I know exactly what I need to do. Intellectually it is not difficult. What’s most difficult for me is actually doing it.
A lot of the time it’s not a motivation issue, it’s more of a second-guessing issue. I don’t trust myself or the plans I make and change my mind at the last minute or procrastinate my time away to avoid making a decision and sticking with it. Approaching a challenge in an unconventional way scares me and induces a mental paralysis and energy drainage. I feel week when I succumb to this phobia (a purely irrational fear).
Perhaps it’s the fear that consistent attempts to ignore what I’ve been told and do it my way will backfire and I’ll learn the hard way that things are as they are because the alternatives do not work. Of course, this itself can’t be true. Just because we are alive in this moment, doesn’t mean history is over. We are creating it. What we do differently today, regardless of the intrinsic risk and threat of failure, may be the way of the future. I need to remember, that by challenging the status-quo I am contributing to societal progression.
I want to be a innovative citizen, not a passive observer of “what is” instead of striving for “what ought to be.”
Too many of us self-sabotage. We fear ourselves and the power we possess in the amazing organ called our brain. It’s as complex as our galaxy itself, yet we fear the exploration of its full potential daily. What might we find? Will we let the brilliance be blinding and fear evoking or illuminating to the extraordinary things we could create if we embraced the temporary risk and uncertainty in the now?
I am feeling very lost right now (in a sincere, non-melodraumatic way). This feeling is new and unnerving.
The drive that use to consume me to succeed in school is lost. The thought of not being my best, not working as hard as I know I can, doesn’t even bother me anymore. The stress I feel when work piles up is acute, but not chronic the way I’m use to feeling it when wrapping myself up in my school successes as my identity.
I don’t want this, this school thing. But I don’t know what I want. I do know what I think I want. I see myself branching out and making something of myself independent of the socialized institution of higher education as a means to financial, social, and personal success. Something in me doesn’t believe this is actually how things are yet I wonder if that belief about the increasing uselessness of my time in college is because I am feeling lazy or unmotivated to do the mundane, but still highly challenging, course work. Is devaluing education a justification system for me not wanting to do my day-to-day assignments. Last year I would have likely concluded that a large portion of this belief system was an excuse but I am feeling now that only 10% of it is and 90% is actually authentic.
I really have lost interst and understanding with my time here in college. I frecuently ask myself when I’m unmotivated to work (spending 10 hours a day doing absolutely nothing but poking around at homework assignments and not actually getting anything done) why exactly I’m here. I can usually rattle off a list of reasons that I’ve been told to consider (better job prospects, increased social status and respect with an ivy education degree, so-called ‘higher learning’ is good for the mind, etc.) but none of them I’ve really internalized as real for me. I don’t feel these reasons and thus have a hard time using them as moment-to-moment motivational factors.
This loss of my core self, self-concept if you will, is really disturbing lately. I am feeling meaningless daily and have seemed to cope by taking excessive naps and justifying to the public with excuses of working too hard. I am not working hard enough and lately not at all. I am at that turning point where I can go out this semester with a bang and do really well or fail some of my classes and feel forced into making a decision about an alternative route to college.
Nothing here really excites me. On a whim I decided I would be a sociology major but the more and more I say that aloud to people the more I realize that my passion is not in that statement. I think I’m holding onto this major prospect because it gives me a sense of identity right now when I’m feeling really lost on this path of academia.
This is not a matter of ability, I am well prepared to do school. This is a struggle with deciding what meaning I want my life to take and having enough security in myself to make steps towards achieving it.
But then there is that demonic voice in my head that tells me I am just a child, ridiculously responding to the tiny stresses of college life with rash plans for my future of extreme success in entrepreneurship. But then there is a part of me, one that I feel is the most stable, that says my objection to continuing down this path in this way is an acceptable thought/belief to have.
I have never felt this sort of identity struggle about my life path. Dropping the idea of medical school after realizing that lab work nor basic practitioner interested me enough (I had just said for years that I wanted to be a doctor because it was socially acceptable and made the people around me feel like I had high prospects for my future) to dedicate my career to this sort of work was very hard to admit to myself. With that path I saw myself working years on end, pushing myself to the point of giving up or the cracking of my spirit, only to get to a place with a nice title but no real feeling of meaningfulness. I wouldn’t say I lied to myself about my passion but more that I was willing to accept and take all the way anything that sparked minor interest in me. I am raising my standards now, I only want to pursue what really excites me and makes me feel like I matter in this society.
I feel like I am getting closer to an answer, to discovering a ‘passion.’ I use that word lightly now because I can’t really justify something being a passion if I haven’t fully immersed myself in it to see if I love it (I have never really dived into entrepreneurship, hair product formulation, or product design) so it is not reasonable to declare it a passion. What I know for sure is that it has quietly held my interest for almost a year now and I spend a lot of time thinking about what success could mean for me in that path. I feel good when I imagine my entrepreneurial outcome in a way I didn’t feel with being a doctor and don’t feel with finishing college to have a boring job related to my major.
I want to understand what I truly want to spend my life doing and feel ambitious enough to take an unorthodox path if necessary.