How satisfied you must be. I kind of agree with the earlier post about the old days and outside manual labor. I find self sufficiency very buoying to the self esteem
althoughhhhhhhhh
I am probably a romantic that way. It's not as though I HAVE to go dig for roots with a pointy stick. Or keep a meager fire going in my cave.
I'm satisfied, quite content, on the domestic front. When it comes to my other persuits I will never be satisfied. It was that eternal striving made Faust saved in the end.
In my work I'm rarely satisfied and pleased with what I've done. We are, after all, our worst critic.
As a human being, I do continue to strive and I am satisfied that I do, at least, try to be a better person every day and not wallow in a pool of bullshit where so many spend their entire lives. Have I reached the point of perfection? Not hardly. Not even close. It's not possible. But I'm satisfied with that knowledge as well. The goal, for me, is in the trying.
I think I'm less of a perfectionist nowadays than I used to be. I make efforts to be more content with myself and my lot in life. I feel overall I do a good job.
edgarblythe wrote:I'm satisfied, quite content, on the domestic front. When it comes to my other persuits I will never be satisfied. It was that eternal striving made Faust saved in the end.
Saved? Odd wording for an atheist, seems to me.
You mean like - how fire purges something clean?
I used to have a huge problem with this--and practically hated myself. I finally realized it was because I was a construction based on someone else's specifications.
The closer I get to being "me," the more I really like myself.
I am currently dangerously satisfied with me.
You know how some kids' moms are always saying "Why can't you be more
like Johnny?" Well, one of those moms lives in my head. The funny thing is
my mom was never like that. She was alway generous with praise. But no
matter how well I do something or how much I am praised for it, I always
feel like a fraud. I just know it wasn't done that well. I could have -- should
have -- done better, done more.
Yet I strive to be recognized for my accomplishments and enjoy the
recognition when it comes, all the while inwardly scorning myself as a
complete phony.
I drive myself nuts.
Quite honestly?
Yeah, I'm satisfied with myself the vast majority of the time.
Life too short to beat yourself up over little stuff.
In the big cosmic wheel of life, I know I have my place.
The older I get, the more at peace I am with myself.
I'm getting there.
An inflated opinion of my own potential leaves me feeling like an persistent underachiever.
Well, I'd say that's preferable to an overblown sense of your own importance in the scheme of things, IMO.
I'm not sure the difference is all that great !! I'll plead guilty to both, Snood.
My own importance in the scheme of things.
I just farted.
Somewhere, light years away, a baby cries out in his sleep.
Chai wrote:My own importance in the scheme of things.
Not to be petty, but you're forgetting my importance in the scheme of things.
Are you a thinker and planner, or shaker and doer?
