Good times don't demand so little from you. You have your map showing you where to go. It's easy, right? You locate your goal and where you are at the moment and work out a way towards that goal. Think you're off track? Check the surroundings and adjust. It's like this mentally, as well. Wether it is a new job you're looking for or searching for the perfect house, you know what to do in order to achieve that goal. Usually setting smaller goals is easier than setting a gigantic goal, which might be discouraging from the start.
Now, imagine you're in a desert with no landmarks or familiar terrain around you. Yet still, you've got a map in your hand showing what's definitely an entirely different area. How are you supposed to find a way to the goal? How do you even know what you want to achieve? It's difficult to wander almost blind, questioning everything and nothing because there's a guy on your shoulder saying everybody is against you.
I feel that I've got the right map. What I'd like to achieve is also fairly familiar. Somehow it is the navigation that is a struggle, not knowing which path to follow in order to reach the next checkpoint. You might say that my skills at reading my map are not quite good and therefore wandering in a random fashion, trying each path. For every path which is wrong, attempting the next one becomes more difficult.
Maybe I have had the wrong motivation all along. I've always had to focus on the big achievement at the end of the road while I should've had lower expectations of myself as well as how to get there. I'm starting to think there isn't a set goal for us. What makes us feel that we've accomplished something differs from person to person. Your own goal will be revealed as long as you follow your own path, listening to your own navigator.
