You think to be happier, you need to get a new job, so you start chasing new jobs and make the leap.
And then realizing you’re not as happy as you could be, you think you’d be happier if you had a new place.
So you look for a new place.
Maybe you get the place, maybe you don’t. Now months pass, and you think to yourself you know what: I need a new hobby…a new passion, this, that, and the other thing.
People who know I run this treadmill tell me it’s great– it always pushes you to be better. I’d argue the opposite.
Self-improving is strangely miserable when taken to this extreme, because rather than serving a goal, we’re optimizing ourselves in useless ways.
We need to be inspired in life by something other than our own happiness– we have to be driven by something bigger than ourselves.
Not everything needs to be “upgraded”.
I used to chase self-improvement thinking it’d lead to some insane happiness, a better life, a tougher more disciplined me.
Instead, it made me stiff, stuck, and critical of others who weren’t on the same wave.
And the funny thing is– cold showers didn’t improve my life. Meditation didn’t make more successful. Intermittent fasting didn’t sculpt my abs.
All the best “improvements” came from small changes, not glorified self discipline.
Daily writing led to a career change, swapping weight lifting for muay thai put me in better shape, eating balanced meals got me shredded more than any weird trend diet.
Self-improvement shouldn’t be a hobby, if it is you’ll be miserable.
You only have so much energy, you should put that in key areas you care about and as for everything else, just live.
#StayFoolish
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