Do you ever feel as if you are not living, learning, smiling, dreaming, maybe even thinking in a way that feels… right?
I catch myself thinking on days when my decisions don’t seem the best, when I’m tired and lonely that maybe I settled for less.
Maybe I did settle.
Now you may say that there’s not a thing wrong with settling. Most people equate settling with stability and comfort.
What if we are just tired of fighting for more? What if that “more” isn’t just more of any one thing; rather maybe it’s our instinctive need for happiness and stability riding us?
On the other side of the token, why is “settling” such a bad decision? Why should we feel shame when others have told us we’ve settled for less?
“You could do better.” “You could have been more.” “You could get a better job, car, etc…”
“Why do you stay with him/her/them?” “Why do you love him/her/them?”
I think the most hurtful words are meant to be concerned, instead they are innocuous and chip away away us daily.
“Are you happy?”
“What can I do to help?”
These types of questions aren’t usually spoken with the intention of making the other feel better. These are normally self gratifying questions.
Oftentimes I wonder how my life would be different, if I made a few decisions for myself, without questioning how I could include others. Selfish is how those thoughts make me feel. I’m not a very selfish person, and I barely keep myself going on days ending with Y.
So I’m led back to wonder…
Have I settled?
Maybe… just maybe…