The Lie of the Finish Line
We try to convince ourselves that once we have overcome this immediate obstacle in front of us our life will get infinitely better. I’m here to tell you it won’t.
Why do we get life wrong?
We are our harshest critics. We know that already. But it doesn’t have to be this way. So much of the power we give away to doubt, fear and shame stems from our vanity. We crave for individuality in this sea of humanity and have this instinctual urge to glorify our struggles. We try to convince ourselves that once we have overcome this immediate obstacle in front of us our life will get infinitely better.
I’m here to tell you it won’t.
All success does is make us more resilient so we can squarely face a harder problem than the one before it. This endless struggle wears us down and we keep feeding the lie of the finish line, a place where there is no adversity. Our constant pursuit, and failure, to arrive here allows this echo chamber of our soul to become polluted with discontent. And this disillusionment marks the beginning of a lifelong war we wage with ourselves. A war with no end and no purpose other than to reduce our self-worth.
Nothing worthwhile endures without a forgiving nature.
So, please forgive yourself.
It is indeed as Goethe said, “Happiness is in overcoming unhappiness. The worst nightmare is a long, long row of sunny days.” But we cannot accept this worldview because it exposes us to the unknown - a journey with no destination. Imagine shining a light at the seat of your soul after a lifetime of darkness only to discover an all-consuming sterile emptiness. There is no broken compass. There is no blind guide. There are no demons. There is only the self and the consequences of your choices.