Commitment is one of those states of being that you are only aware of when it accompanies feeling stuck. I don’t have a choice, this world will take away some big things I care about if I don’t conform. No, I wouldn’t lose it all I would just trade one set of problems (slave to the system) for another (being homeless and poor). Luckily I am smart and have a more comfortable stuck-state than many people, but still the cloud looms over me at times.
The bright side isn’t in some foreign country or with a different group of friends. I’ve been there and I’ve met them. I am still me no matter where I go or what I do. I should be grateful for that fact that I have had the opportunity to encounter myself in such a vast variety of existence, but I feel a sense of normalcy about it because it is my life and it was me doing what made the most sense at the time.
So I’m finally here. At that place where there is nothing to discover in my favorite things. I have no choice but to live for the small excitements. The little pieces I hadn’t noticed before. The personalities I previously overlooked. The benefits of ongoing love and attachments lingering down the same streets as usual.
I’ve been in a place similar to this many times when my dreams abandoned me because I accomplished them. I asked similar questions like, “have I not aimed high enough?” “Could I have done more?” The answers are never clear. All I can do is make new dreams from the drive left over from the old dreams. That means mapping out a road leading me right back where I am now. All that work and emotion focusing on what I don’t have to get me what I want, only to get it and be right back here feeling empty.
But the goals are forming, soon they will be full fledged dreams pumping my heart so I can run in these circles all because the sun keeps rising and I enjoy my days to have a standard of comfort. Off to work I go, I may as well rise through it…