I’d like for you to take the time to answer the following five questions honestly to yourself:
1. When was the last time you read something for personal pleasure?
2. When was the last time you went for a walk on your discretion?
3. When was the last time you woke up happy?
4. When was the last time you were satisfied with image that you see in the mirror?
5. When was the last time you felt like giving up?
If you are anything like me, and answered these questions honestly to yourself, you more than likely couldn’t remember when it was the last that you did wake up happy with yourself, went for a pleasurable walk or read a book, and more or less, the last time you felt like giving up was easier to recall.
When we reflect upon the dissatisfaction and lack of motivation that we all seem to fall upon at least once in our lives, we begin to see a pattern occur. We notice the connections between meeting expectations and stress, while noticing less of the connections between our well being and happiness.
Everyday, people live their lives trying to meet or exceed expectations in order to achieve a superficial happiness or gain an approval from someone other than themselves. Whether it be a promotion at your job, looking good for the summer, or making someone proud by exceeding at a particular deed, this constant battle of being better physically, financially, mentally and even spiritually is what continues to fuel the train of deception that we all seem to be riding along.
At some point these expectations begin to pile and a strong sense of stress blurs our view of what really matters; our well being. We lose sight of what fuels our creativity because we become trapped to our everyday routines. We lose connection with the ones we love because we start to isolate ourselves in our thoughts of discouragement. But most importantly, we forget to live for ourselves and rather allow others lead our way.
I had recently reached a point in my life where I had discovered that my ambitions were fueled by a greed to exceed the expectations that everyone had on my own life. Through such endeavor, I was left disconnected from who I loved, my academics and my well being.
In my mist of disarray, my mother said to me, “no te aferres, pronto llegara tu tiempo,” which means don’t worry, soon your time will come. Her words reminded me that life is a journey and not a race.
Our lives are filled with endless amounts of possiblities, but it is our job, as the navigator to this journey we call life, to this ride with a steady pace and continue without stop. With that being said, it should be added that we shouldn’t limit ourselves to plans we anticipate for our future. Sometimes our lives take a detou, and accepting that as a positive change, is a great way to help you steer away from the discouragement of not “meeting expectations”.
We must remember to take the time to walk and observe the enviorment around us; how it continues to develope and the space that we occupy in the places we inhabit in. We must continue to read in order to stimulate our mind and feed our knowledge; never stop learning. We must remind ourselves to accept our flaws and own up for our mistakes; live your life in acceptance and honestly.
And above all, we must always remember to never give up, because our time will come.