Wouldn’t it be nice to be one of those ppl who’s happy with a life of mediocrity? Some ppl are just fine working 9-5 in a mediocre job, making ok money, not having a deep purpose or meaningful impact on society, not achieving greatness, doesn’t care about finding the perfect partner but is happy with someone who’s just “good enough.” You know those ppl- those who are just happy with “ok.” Or happy enough with “ok.” People who don’t think too much. People who don’t question much, but just accept life for what it is.
Meanwhile, if you are one of these ppl who NEED to have a purpose or NEED to have your life mean something or have an impact on society or the world, or NEED to achieve greatness, or NEED to find the “right” partner, or heck, if you question the status-quo, or delve into the root of why things are the way they are in society, or just think too much…well…you’re in for a world of hurt. That is the boat I’m on -_-
I kinda do envy the people who are just happy with being mediocre. Why be an overachiever and be miserable when you don’t get to where you want to be? If you shoot for the moon, you’re guaranteed to fall short. Shoot for the 2nd floor and you’ll be happy bc you’ll get there.
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I feel targeted, lol (not really)
I started out with huge goals, I was going to get my name in some textbooks….. and I just kept reducing. I’m not perfectly there, but working on it.
The way I see it, it’s about turning inwards, drawing satisfaction from things you can control. I met a lot of old people like that when I was surveying for the gas company. They had their little garden, and that gave them enough joy. So that’s the road I’ve been on.
Frankly, it was a meaningless job, but it got me by and I would have been content in it long term. I’ve always liked seeing how people live. Maybe I can even find someone to pay me to do something stupid that I don’t care about again, wouldn’t that be cool?
but I’m assuming not. I’m assuming in terms of impressing people who don’t care about me, it’s enough trying. I fix things for people I care about, they feed me, that works. I’d like to make something, furniture has been an idea that has come up a few times. Or gardening, that would be cool. I’d like to own a few chickens, animals are so much easier than people.
I still have a lot of anger and bitterness about the whole being a part of general society thing not working, but I can deal with that. I’ve been hurt so many times, it’s just a mechanical job putting things back together. I’m just not putting myself back together to be smashed again. It gets a little harder every time, and someday I won’t be able to anymore.
“They had their little garden, and that gave them enough joy. ”
They’re retired, lived a full life, had a full career, married to their partners, had children, and so having a little garden is all they now need.
But when we’re our age, and we haven’t had a “true” career, haven’t accomplished anything meaningful, haven’t married / had kids, are single and alone, then a little garden isn’t enough to sustain us. What do we do then?
Maybe the ppl who are happy with mediocrity are the ones from loving families and not broken families? Idk…
Hey, not knocking those who are happy with mediocrity. Happy with mediocrity is much better than those who are miserable and achieve nothing, or even those who achieve lots but are still miserable. Many highly successful ppl have jumped/overdosed to their death.
Yeah. But I sometimes doubt if anyone is mediocre or “normal” really. They may appear from outside but “appearances can be deceiving”, as Agent Smith said. It’s possible everyone has a chaotic internal world.
I constantly feel like I’m not where I should be. I mean I made the stupid decisions that lead me to where I am currently but my problem is I want to get myself out but have no clue how to do that. I feel so stuck in the mud, irritated because I’m one of those that people have become disappointed with. You know the whole “you’ve got a good head on your shoulders, what the hell are you doing right now?” types.
Human beings are all different, we all have our weird quirks and what not, but it’s insane to me to have people busting their ass and barely getting by, not seeing the fruits of their labor, but some people just have it made or right place right timed themselves into success.
What is success really? It’s different for everyone. It’s funny. I don’t think we can all be following our dreams or start our own successful businesses and stuff like that, because then we don’t have the, for lack of a better term, grunts who do the dirty work, the worker bees of the business on the front line, etc.
Life’s just an odd concept you know?