When we beat ourselves up for every little failure, we can hardly even enjoy the victories we do have because we are focusing on how far we still have to go rather than how far we've come. I am in no way saying that we should settle into a life of contentment with average and pat ourselves on the back for every mundane "accomplishment". However, there is sometimes something to be said for making the journey towards your goal the focus rather than the shining, ever-so-far-away end target.
I almost didn't post a 'me too' status because I thought "I haven't actually been brutally raped...I've never experienced violent sexual harassment...I've never felt like I was in imminent danger of sexual violation." But then I stopped myself.
Humans are the largest paradox on earth because there is nothing so incredibly strong yet so softly fragile as the human spirit. If there is any glimpse of light in this situation, its that it caused so many people to hold their loved ones a little tighter, hug a little longer, and love a little deeper than before.
If you focus on how your needs are being filled rather than how your wants are left lacking, you can find a whole other level of peace and contentment that will permeate your life and eventually lead to your wants becoming subtly sated. So many times we fixate on how our wants are being supposedly ignored, and we can allow ourselves to totally torpedo how our needs are being amazingly fulfilled.
If your feed is filled with people who are constantly hustling and improving themselves, you cannot help but feel obligated to catch up. If your feed is filled with memes glorifying laziness and constant partying, you will feel pretty great about where you're sitting and feel completely unmotivated to change.
We all have those friends that we see from time to time, and every encounter is filled with laughter and fun memories. However, those aren't the moments when friendships are made strong. I have people that I could hang out with thousands of times who I would feel as close to day 40 as I did day 1. Epic memories are great, but it's those small, fleeting moments of interaction where your guard begins to fall where true friendship is forged.
Every single person that I read about who is winning chooses hard. Not because they are a masochist or because they think that the more pain they put themselves in the more noble they are, but because they know that that is what it takes.
This post is my 50th (FIFTIETH!?) post that I will be putting up since starting this blogging venture in January, which seems crazy to me--this means I've written over 50,000 words this year so far! (Perhaps I should just start my book already) I have absolutely loved this journey, and it has taught me quite a few things already.