Why do we struggle with life instead of just enjoying it?
I don’t think we were born this way. At least I don’t think I was.
I don’t think babies do long term goals and planning. They just enjoy whatever is happening in the moment.
At what point does life become a struggle to get to an imaginary distant future instead of just experiencing whatever happens?
Why do we get so attached to outcomes that our happiness and sadness are dictated by whether we go closer to our own made up goals that don’t really matter?
We end up not being able to do the things that we really want out of fear that our actions might lead us away from our goals, second guessing everything that we do.
We end up living a stifled and unhappy existence, chasing one goal after another, hoping that one day we will be happy again.
How did we let this happen to ourselves? And why?