Painless_end
Life is too difficult for me
- Oct 11, 2019
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I admire the fact that people have real ambitions and goals and they don't just give up.
I never had one. Ever since I was child, I was very random in my interests. The part of the brain that is responsible for creating real deep ambitions and life goals, is either not existing, or hasn't developed properly in me. I am sure it is some kind of neurological / biological issue.
Atleast until I was in school / college, it was less of a hindrance. The goals to study and pass the exams were clearly defined in front of me, and I just had to brute force through the parts I didn't like. So far so good. My memorization game was strong, which helped me a lot to just regurgitate whatever I crammed from the textbooks. But I never got around to conceptual understanding or abstract critical thinking.
Then, the real world happened. I started working. And just like that, my straight as an arrow, studious, diligent image collapsed. I could not adjust to my chosen profession. I failed at abstract thinking and accepting responsibility for achieving goals that help the business.
I failed because I couldn't set a goal. Goals are set by people who have desires. Desires help you to orient yourself towards a goal. For example, if your desire is to make a lot of money, you will turn to professions that match your internal abilities and internal shock absorbers and allow you the best chance to progress and achieve your goal of making money.
If your goal is to make great art, you will choose an artistic profession that best allows you to express your inner artist.
If your goal is to help people, you will turn to non-profit volunteer work which will give you a deep sense of inner satisfaction.
Now here's the catch for me. Being uninterested in either making money, making art, or helping people is a real downer.
The daily pressure of survival means that I have to rely on my logical abilities to think my way out of any situation.
I used to work for some years as a technical computer software support specialist. But since I was neither passionate about the work nor the money, and having access to living with my parents who could provide meals and a house for me to live in, I gave up the job. Let me be honest and say, I suck at the values of teamwork, loyalty and service which are the absolute basic of being successful in a job.
Now I have enough savings to not be a financial burden on my parents. My needs are low. I spend neither on fancy clothes, nor alcohol or cars. I only spend on the occassional junk food treat when I get tired of eating at home. There is no financial crunch we are facing.
But my inner purpose is gone. I care not for either getting a job, or doing one which someone thrusts on me. I avoid phone calls from my relatives and friends. I walk to the park alone and only stop to pet cats or eat junk food.
I wish I wasn't like this. The only way to avoid this would be not have been born at all.
I was told by someone to do something that would have helped me not be like this today. But that event and that opportunity expired many years ago. And I lost it forever, and myself with it.
I never had one. Ever since I was child, I was very random in my interests. The part of the brain that is responsible for creating real deep ambitions and life goals, is either not existing, or hasn't developed properly in me. I am sure it is some kind of neurological / biological issue.
Atleast until I was in school / college, it was less of a hindrance. The goals to study and pass the exams were clearly defined in front of me, and I just had to brute force through the parts I didn't like. So far so good. My memorization game was strong, which helped me a lot to just regurgitate whatever I crammed from the textbooks. But I never got around to conceptual understanding or abstract critical thinking.
Then, the real world happened. I started working. And just like that, my straight as an arrow, studious, diligent image collapsed. I could not adjust to my chosen profession. I failed at abstract thinking and accepting responsibility for achieving goals that help the business.
I failed because I couldn't set a goal. Goals are set by people who have desires. Desires help you to orient yourself towards a goal. For example, if your desire is to make a lot of money, you will turn to professions that match your internal abilities and internal shock absorbers and allow you the best chance to progress and achieve your goal of making money.
If your goal is to make great art, you will choose an artistic profession that best allows you to express your inner artist.
If your goal is to help people, you will turn to non-profit volunteer work which will give you a deep sense of inner satisfaction.
Now here's the catch for me. Being uninterested in either making money, making art, or helping people is a real downer.
The daily pressure of survival means that I have to rely on my logical abilities to think my way out of any situation.
I used to work for some years as a technical computer software support specialist. But since I was neither passionate about the work nor the money, and having access to living with my parents who could provide meals and a house for me to live in, I gave up the job. Let me be honest and say, I suck at the values of teamwork, loyalty and service which are the absolute basic of being successful in a job.
Now I have enough savings to not be a financial burden on my parents. My needs are low. I spend neither on fancy clothes, nor alcohol or cars. I only spend on the occassional junk food treat when I get tired of eating at home. There is no financial crunch we are facing.
But my inner purpose is gone. I care not for either getting a job, or doing one which someone thrusts on me. I avoid phone calls from my relatives and friends. I walk to the park alone and only stop to pet cats or eat junk food.
I wish I wasn't like this. The only way to avoid this would be not have been born at all.
I was told by someone to do something that would have helped me not be like this today. But that event and that opportunity expired many years ago. And I lost it forever, and myself with it.