I experience a lot of epiphanies, whether thats a good and normal thing or the sign of going crazy I'm not quite sure yet; however today I had one of my most profound ones.
I am 30 years old, soon to be 31, and I consider myself accomplished. Every goal I set out to accomplish, significant goals, I have done so. Now at the peak of my prime I enjoy a very comfortable life. I have a good job, I earn a good wage, I have a nice house, I drive a nice car and I have the resources to buy and acquire most things within my realm and scope. I have minimal stress and I am not burdened by many of the struggles that most everyday people experience. My largest struggle is trying to figure out what to do with all my excess time.
Now at this point of accomplishment I find myself extremely discontent, and I have felt this way for quite some time. Today I figured out why. The old saying: "The joy is in the journey".
As the French would say; I had arrived, and after having arrived I unpacked, got comfortable, got complacent, got lazy, lost ambition, lost drive, lost focus and ultimately STOPPED moving forward.
My joy, happiness and contentment came from having a dream, a goal and moving towards it, working, struggling and sacrificing for it. Its not to say I am un happy now, but it is to say that I lack to a great degree the same amount of joy and contentment I experienced as I trudged forward for these last ten years. I feel a void in my level of fulfillment.
So what is the anecdote? Get up, get packed and get moving again. I have enjoyed for a season the luxury of inactivity and idleness but its time to restart the engine of ambition and the heart of accomplishment. No time to wait for January and its forthcoming New Year Resolutions, I start today.
I will need to spend some time refitting my perspective and defining what next I choose to accomplish; this may prove more taxing than I give it credit, but it is necessary. A new chapter is starting in my life, a new journey, another adventure, and I am excited to see what the next ten years brings to this sporadic existence I call my life.
