How much time does the average person spend thinking about how their life is turning out? Is it enough? What determines obsession (and therefore suffering the consequences of less social time), normalcy, and ignorance?
Sometimes I take a mental step back and analyze my life thus far. My successes and accomplishments, my tribulations and failures. I try not to do this TOO often; I've found that too much examination leads to discouragement. Am I really happy with all I've done, or am I in denial of the fact that I have completely failed to accomplish what I meant to by this point in my life? I don't think I have anything of which to be ashamed. I'm not claiming perfection; I know that I have made mistakes. But I haven't let those mistakes define me, and I think that makes al the difference.
What determines satisfaction in our identity? I suppose it must be different for each person...I guess it would have to be. Maybe the real question I'm avoiding is whether or not I am satisfied. Do my accomplishments outwiegh my transgressions?
I've said it before: I have nothing of which I am ashamed. I suppose that is quite a bit more than most people can say.
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