Is ambition a good or bad thing? Most would say good. But what if you are one of those people that are so ambitious, go-go-go, and commitment obsessed they somehow turn all of these great ambitious things into stressful need-to-do's that ultimately lose the characteristics that attracted this person to them in the first place?! All of these wonderful things suddenly become a headache and infects all of the other ideas and to-do's.
In my case, at least for the past few months to a year, I have set my mind to doing about 8,349,940,983 different things, all of which take place all over the world and most of which will cost a lot of money (that I definitely do not have) or to get rid of all of my debt (which is borderline impossible). My problem is, when I say I am going to do something I usually follow through 99.9% of the time. This should be a good thing, however, I have got to the point where it is not. What I have learned though, over the last few months is that life is not a to-do, not a list, and not on my google or outlook calendar. Life is meant to be just that; lived; not considered something that needs to be done right now, this very second, and something that can't wait until tomorrow.
My life post college has helped me realize a lot about myself and I have recently become very comfortable with who I am. I've learned to slow down. I've learned to think things through. I've learned patience and rationality. I've learned to reflect and to absorb. I have always been a good listener, but I've learned to reciprocate and reinforce. I feel this is a more recent development (within the last year), and what I think sparked it is by doing things that actually bring me happiness and resolve--things that dont have requirements, T&Cs, deadlines, or bottom lines.
Starting this year, there is a lot that I am eager to start achieving and exploring. It's time for some genuine personal reform.
There are many things that I want to do, improve on, and figure out. I want to take photography more seriously, I am questioning school, I am questioning my career, I'm contemplating life on the west coast, I'm getting back to blogging, exploring yoga and meditation, taking one thing at a time, forgetting what it means to rush, understanding relationships, understanding people, ignoring and avoiding superficialness, surrounding myself with people whose company I truly enjoy, accepting that people grow apart and that is OK, etc.
Happiness is meant to be a euphoric feeling-have I truly felt it? What I believe is that one can't be ultimately happy until you level with yourself on your own being. In that case, I'm a pretty happy chick.
Now, I am not trying to give a false sense of who I am. I am not some zen hippie that has finished a journey of soul searching and found the meaning of Life. I am only 24 years old and probably have zero idea of what lies ahead of me or what path I will take. I believe people never stop soul searching. I am still the random, scattered, overly ambicious, and loving and dorky person you all know. I'm exactly the same, I just learned to be less serious and more open minded and observant. This, in turn, helped me learn how to reflect and that, so far, has been a very healthy exercise.
Writing all of this stuff down makes me feel somewhat complete and satisfied. I like this.