What am I aiming for here?
What’s a good balance between ambition and contentment? Self-service and social outreach?
Is balance best? Or full-throated zeal?
Is it better to be a doctor or a hippie? Do I need more academic achievements? Professional accolades? Should I have seen more sunrises? Should I have spent more time communing with nature? In classrooms? Pressing superiors for money? Fighting for more opportunities? Glad-handing? Networking? Meditating? Helping people? Helping myself?
Should I focus on getting better at writing? Hockey? Soccer? Should I be healthier? Should I read more books? Should I try to be the best at the things with which I’m already so familiar? Or should I table my established talents and focus on doing new things with all the inefficiency of the inexperienced? Is it good to do what you’re good at? Or cowardly?
Is it a source of pride to be at the same company for a long time, or does that signal a lack of exploration? Is this commitment or stagnation? Do I need to achieve more or enjoy more? Should I enjoy achieving? Should I try to achieve enjoyment?
Do I need to find ways to be content with stillness? Or is it admirable drive that pushes me in quiet moments?
Are discomfort, fear and misery things to be pushed through? Or steered around? Is it healthy self-awareness to allow myself a breather? Give myself a break? Let myself off the hook? Or am I only allowing my flaws to flourish?
How much self-flagellation before I’m permitted to move on from today’s mistakes? Yesterday’s?
If we achieve nothing, how many points do we get for trying? Do the points matter?
Should I ignore the critics, the naysayers, the haters? Or should I at least consider their points for validity and guidance?
If I long for people, have I failed at independence? If I’m self-sufficient, am I denying company? If I’m supposed to be self-guided, do I ignore other people’s praise? Their desires? Their love?
Do I idolize the adventurer? The entrepreneur? The good neighbor? The fearless change-agent? The patient mother? The comedian? The drug-addled genius? Do I idolize the person who idolizes no one?
Should I dance with abandon or practice admirable self-restraint? Should I live for this moment or construct a future?
Do we revere the widely admired? Or the rebellious? Should reverence even be a factor? Does it matter who’s reverent and who’s being rebelled against?
Is adhering to your principles better than realizing you’re wrong?
What should I do right now? Tomorrow? Next week?
Should I embrace my nature or triumph over it?