Why is it so tough?

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Hi Friends!!!

I am back with another post. Hope you all are doing well. So, at some point in time, when we were younger, we all must have dreamed of a 'perfect' life.

You know...

A life that feels complete. A life where we don't rush our morning coffee to get to a place we hate, sit with people we don't like, eat things that make us feel guilty, and repeat the whole cycle while secretly wishing for a better life.

Then we come across some YouTuber or a book that makes us believe, we can live our dream life. They tell you how their life was just like yours is now, and then they started doing 5 things, 10 mental shifts, and a gratitude list or something like that. And now look, they are living a dream life. The external world makes us believe that if you do this and that, your life will change into a better one.

Such innocent souls as we are, we try to implement everyone’s advice. Someone said, to wake up at 5 AM and make a gratitude list. Someone said making your bed in the morning can make your life better. While some didn’t know you but claimed that you are lazy and should be doing more to achieve more. Thus fulfilling your purpose.

Perhaps, that’s where we all went wrong.

Life, I wholeheartedly, believe was supposed to be so simple and sweet. But we made it complicated, undesirable, and tough.

All these videos, books, and podcasts that claim to teach you ‘how to achieve your dream life’, do they even know the first thing about you?

All of this is not a brand-new information. You know this already, don’t you?

You know what you have is enough to live a good life yet something goes wrong. You know what you have today is the dream life of someone else so you must be grateful yet you always end up complaining.

Why?

Because, my love, it’s not about comparing your life with people who have less than you and forcing yourself to be grateful. You cannot force joy. You cannot force yourself to enjoy life.

You spend your youth trying to achieve it all while putting off living for the later part and when you reach that later stage, you don’t have as much energy to make sudden plans and go hiking, most of your friends are dead and the people you love are scattered in the world. So, that later stage is lived with regret and wishing ‘I wish I was 15 so I could do this and that.’

The bottom line is that life is simple. Life is sweet. Life is beautiful.

The reason it’s so tough for us to live our dream lives is because ‘this dream life’ didn’t come from our hearts. 

This dream life is a vague idea that is constantly fed to us by society. The more you follow them, the less you think, and the more dependent you become on the external world to tell you what you should and shouldn’t do.

I am not a monk. I too want to achieve a lot of things in life. But earlier, I wanted to have it all so I could prove my worth and build a purposeful life.

I have realized that the worth of my life and myself doesn’t depend on how much I achieve. People around me wouldn’t give a damn if I make 10k a month of 1k. I am to pay my bills. To them, my worth will be more if I laugh with them more and share a good chit-chat now and then.

If your life doesn’t feel satisfying to you even after doing it all then you lost the game of life. As I said, I am not going to ask you to not work to achieve things. Sure, work hard and make money. But in the hopes of achieving the perfect definition of a dream life, dream body, dream income, and all the more dreams like this, don’t forget yourself.

You don’t have to let go of success to enjoy life or vice-versa. You can have both, high ambitions and happiness. The choice is yours. Choose focus. Choose to live your dream life every day instead of waiting for that one final day. Don’t exhaust your soul. Nourish it with love and joy.

Remember, your dreams aren't too big. Just make sure that they are truly yours, and yours only.

(Hey! You made it to the end. Congratulations. Here's your trophy 🏆,  and also have this 🍪 )

See you in the next blog.

Bye!!! 

Comments

  1. AnonymousNovember 6, 2023 at 6:03 AM

    "Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking." – Steve Jobs

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