So this is loss. Based on the code of thought we’ve coined for ourselves, the by-the-book thing to do is aim higher and strive to uncover the best version of ourselves. The people watching you will marvel at how motivated you are, your juniors will watch in awe how you’ve achieved so much, and your parents and teachers will be proud of you. It has always been on my mind how we’ve set our life’s purpose to be a constant search for more. It is like we’re on a never ending chase that lasts our entire lives – running from our sources of pressure and towards our supposed sources of fulfilment. We try so hard to ensure our abilities and skills go a level up after a level up, but have we ever thought about what happens when we reach the end? At our weak-and-frail years when we never know when our bones might finally snap or our heart might finally stop, can we actually say to ourselves “I’m happy with myself”? The real question is, though, what is ‘the best version of ourselves’? How do we know when we’ve gotten there? What if we already are the best we can be and we haven’t a clue? Does that mean the next few years till the end of our lives spent bettering ourselves will be as good as wasted? So, in fact, we are lost. Trapped in the heart of a forest facing a tall tree with two feet on the ground, one hand on a single branch and the other trying to reach for the next branch. The light in the horizon at the top marks the end – we can’t see it but we’re climbing towards it. We glance over at other fellow climbers – some a head faster, some a neck slower, some idle. and we climb
and we climb
and we climb and that’s just it. This could all be a good thing, but what if the person who manages to reach the top of the tree doesn’t find the same happiness and satisfaction as the person idling on the branches? Will it still be worth it? If you’ve read all of this, thank you, and feel free to share your thoughts.
Originally Published: 6 Mar 2016