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Read this if you're new (or bored...).
2004-02-24 - 3:16 p.m.
Ambition
I need to stop thinking. Seriously. I'm pretty sure that's my problem. When I think, I consider all the possibilities. Then, I convince myself that the good ones won't happen, especially if I depend on them. Then, I review all the bad possiblities, making plans for as many as I can. When I find one for which I can't plan, I dwell on it. I dwell a lot, have you noticed? Also, hypotheticals get me every time. "What if" must be completely thought out. Even alternate pasts get to me occasionally. Here's one alternate past. What if I hadn't decided that law is wrong for me? I mean, as far as I can tell, I'd be screwed. When I was a kid, people would always say, "You're so smart. Are you going to be a doctor/lawyer?" Sorry to disappoint, but I just don't have the grades. So I'm kind of glad I gave up on that ambition. But the thought of giving up on ambition -- of failing myself, by not being good enough to persue it if I wanted to... It's so depressing. And it makes me wonder. What if all my ambitions are phony? What if I can't cut it writing, either? What if I'm not good enoguh to compete in my current dreams? What if, for me, ambition is just one big setup for disappointment? I see people doing so much better than me consider themselves failures, and I wonder what that makes me. I see people not doing as well as me, and they're *happy*, or at least satisfied. I don't belong in either group. I know being perfect is an unreachable ambition. What if happiness is, too?
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