I was having a conversation with a colleague today about what you wanted from life when you were younger, compared to what you've actually achieved as a middle aged adult.
I realised that I'm not far off what I wanted to be when I was younger, and have most of the things I aspired to have back then too (nice house, wife, kids, etc). I'm in a much better position than a lot of my colleagues and friends, but it never seems enough!
Theoretically I should be really happy with what I have achieved, but there always seems to be pressure from someone (family, society, social media etc) to make you feel like you should have done more, or want more from life.
I wasn't the only one to feel like this, and I'm not sure what the point of me writing this is either! However, the more I've thought about it, the more it annoys me!
I've said my piece, thank you, lol! :-)
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I heard that success can be measured by doing what you like vs doing what you don't like.....I think most of time is spent doing what I like so I assume thats a fair success.
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It’s easy to fall into the trap of comparing yourself against others, but ultimately what matters is how you feel about your life. If you are happy, and you’re satisfied, then you’re already more successful than a lot of people!
Some had bought a house and rented it out to wander, others had started a really successful career and left and others were just working at the hostel/bar and trying to figure things out. As I don't intend to have kids, I didn't find it very reassuring.
I went to a birthday party recently and everyone was trying to get their expensive watches in the photos and outdo each other like on these TV programmes, but I don't think anyone was happy there either and itching for a spat.
My cousin lives in a concrete bungalow near a beach and she buried the nose of her knackered VW beetle in sand and turned the rest of it into a cocktail bar, for her workmates at NEXT. She's genuinely happy.
Someone else said to me that society dictates that you should live with a partner or alone (or in professional shared housing), but what if you rented a house with your mates? I couldn't think of anyone that does the latter. Strange.
It always seems to be about getting the next thing, whether it be a bigger house, better job, or (for our forum) better or more expensive guitars!
I really prefer a simple life. My favourite guitar is my oldest and least expensive one. I love the house I live in now, but the neighbours are all stuck up snobs, and sadly my kids seem to be going this way too! The job I do now is really stressful, and it does make you wonder what you are doing it for?!
Now, all I want is a character detached house out in the sticks with enough room for a recording studio, an ES175 to add to the LP/SG/335 collection, the 'last' upgrade to the stereo would be a decent pair of floorstanders, and if I got rich enough to own a Norton Commando like the one I used to have plus a T100 and an A10, a Morris Minor van, a green Land Rover, an E-type, a modern hatchback and a modern van (eg Transit Connect) .... I'd be happy. Or would I?
I think @monquixote is right - the things don't make you happy. You can always identify "just one more" thing. If I got an ES-175 I'm sure I'd start gassing for an ES-330. etc etc.
Seriously: If you value it, take/fetch it yourself
I fall into the "want" trap repeatedly but I try to let myself off when (for me) I look at where I started and how far my journey has taken me.
Haven't done either yet..
More seriously, I have a job.. I'm fairy unhappy in it, but I have a family & mortgage too so not many options at the moment, but I get by.
I recently saw an old friend, we've been really close since we first met at 7 years old. He is stupidly Intelligent academically-wise. He's also not stereotypical academic as in so nieve as to how people interact etc.. He did the whole Cambridge, PhD, works in academics, gets a boner for string theory, writes code for shits and giggles. All in all got his shit together in life as I see it.
Out of our group of friends, he had his shit together from day 1, whereas I had a vague idea that I would do somethingish and somehow get by. We don't see each other often as we live different parts of the country so when we met up we had some drinks and got to putting the world to right etc.
Apparently, as he (and other old friends) see it, out of all of us, I'm the most successful at life.. which surprised me coming from him.. I'm on a fraction of his wage and have no real direction..
He saw it as having wife/kid/house/ stable job etc. He saw his life as so full of shit and stress and lonleyujness. He jacked in his senior lecturership job a little while ago and is currently teaching people how to sail in Turkey for the next few months.
Not sure where i was going with this, but I guess something about perceptions and how you/others measure success/where you want to be. I guess that i don't see my self as having achieved much career wise, where as successful friend doesn't see himself having achieved lifewise.
To conclude, next day we went to the snowdome. We were hungover and had I had fun snowboarding and he had fun skiing.
..........and I've still got most of it left !
My “aim” is to be the best person I can be today for my wife and kids and to be content. And as someone that has had a lot of success and a lot of loss, I can tell you that having lots of money and success does not make you happy.
Having lots of booze makes you happy
It's the fine line of do you let your life define your career, or your career define your life (if that makes sense), and there needs to be a happy medium somewhere in the middle.
Easter egg chocolate was the best and it still is.
On the whole I'm happy with life, in fact it sometimes scares the shit out of me that I'm much closer to the end than the beginning.
As I reach my Autumn years (I’m 55 in just over two weeks) all I really value are people and my health. My son - who has lived with me almost exclusively since he was 5 in 2007 - has recently decided to spend his remaining ‘pre-university’ time living primarily at his mum’s. It’s shocked me to the core - though I understand that for both of them it’s probably a ‘good thing’. I feel almost bereaved, even though I still see him a lot.
Ultimately our relationships with others are what define us - and realising that is probably the mark of reaching adulthood for me....