I'm not sure if this a familiar feeling to other kids my age (and use the term "kids" more in reference to how I live my life, as opposed to my age) but I can't seem to be content where I am, wherever that is. I'm looking for the next promotion, the next apartment, the next weekend activities, next site for my blog.
From the one side, this outlook keeps me from settling, and keeps me motivated, to keep improving the state in which I'm in. On the other hand, when do you know when you should stop moving, and start making the life you live, the life you want.
And as I look deeper into the idea of constantly being on the move, I see a trend. When I feel the need to move, and change, its because I see the opportunity to be happier and more content in another place. But when do you know that what you have is the elusive "ideal" when you're constantly looking for the next best thing.
Because there are many examples of how moves have gone the wrong way for people.
Many people go to college, a change which they can't handle, and fall further back from where they began. The same can be said for moving cities, moving jobs, changing relationships.
As someone who has been through a lot of new moves and big changes during the last 2 years, I can say that having an open mind and making it work, while enjoying and appreciating the positive outcomes is a much better plan, than focusing on the negatives.
But I still can't figure out how we're supposed to know when the possibility of improvement stops being worth the pushing through to the next thing, and when you should focus on improving what you have. Or even when the lack of problems is dangerous because it lets you rest on your laurels versus when the lack of things to "fix" means that you're in the place you're supposed to be.
The only thing that comes to mind is that prayer, "courage to change, serenity to accept when you can't, and wisdom to know the difference".
So in moments like this, I pray for faith, wisdom, courage, serenity to help me find my place in the world.
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